JUST a very common thing - <br />Shouts and whistles, bells that ring, <br />Just a platform in the rain <br />And a slowly moving train; <br />Just a woman dressed in black <br />Standing by a station-hack, <br />Gazing with her eyes profound <br />As the train goes outward bound; <br />And her bearing does not say <br />Who it is that goes away, <br />One who made her pulses stir, <br />Or a guest who wearied her.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-railroad-station/
