They kissed their last good-bye, murmuring the other's name.
Then the flag waved, the engine snorted, then
Slowly the couplings tautened, and the train
Moved, bearing off from her her man of men;
She looked towards its going blind with pain.
Her father turned and drove her home again.
It was a different home. Awhile she tried
To cook the dinner there, but flung her down and cried.
Then in the dusk she wandered down the brook,
Treading again the trackway trod of old,