The Mute Lovers on the Railway Journey

They bad farewell; but neither spoke of love.
The railway bore him off with rapid pace,
He gazed awhile on Edith's garden grove,
Till alien woodlands overlapp'd the place —
Alas! he cried, how mutely did we part!
I fear'd to test the truth I seem'd to see.
Oh! that the love dream in her timid heart
Had sigh'd itself awake, and called for me!
I could have answer'd with a ready mouth,
And told a sweeter dream; but each forebore.
He saw the hedgerows fleeting to the north
On either side, whilst he look'd sadly forth:
Then set himself to face the vacant south,
While fields and woods ran back to Edith More.