Her melting eyes and face to meet—
(And no one wondered much at that),
For soon the station where she left
Would on the sorrowing vision rise,
And I at least should feel bereft;
I thought a tear stood in her eyes.
She was but kith, not kin of mine;
Ten years had passed since last we met,
And when in going she did incline
Her face ’twas natural to forget,