(At the Railway Station.)
Her parcels, tied with many a knot,
Were thickly labelled, one and all;
And sitting down beside the lot,
She waited for the train to call.
The waiting-room looked sad and strange—
Closed was the booking-office latch!
She watched the sleepy porter scratch
His head, or whistle as a change;
She only said, "The night is dreary—