Love The Monopolist - Young Lover's Reverie

The train draws forth from the station-yard,      And with it carries me.     I rise, and stretch out, and regard      The platform left, and see     An airy slim blue form there standing,      And know that it is she.     While with strained vision I watch on,      The figure turns round quite     To greet friends gaily; then is gone . . .      The import may be slight,     But why remained she not hard gazing      Till I was out of sight?     "O do not chat with others there,"      I brood. "They are not I.     O strain your thoughts as if they were      Gold bands between us; eye     All neighbour scenes as so much blankness      Till I again am by!     "A troubled soughing in the breeze      And the sky overhead     Let yourself feel; and shadeful trees,      Ripe corn, and apples red,     Read as things barren and distasteful      While we are separated!     "When I come back uncloak your gloom,      And let in lovely day;     Then the long dark as of the tomb      Can well be thrust away     With sweet things I shall have to practise,      And you will have to say!"     Begun 1871: finished -