St. Pancras Station, August 1915 by Vera Brittain

One Poem Only · May 26, 2025 · 1m

St. Pancras Station, August 1915

Vera Brittain 1893 – 1970

One long, sweet kiss pressed close upon my lips,

One moment's rest on your swift-beating heart,

And all was over, for the hour had come

For us to part.

A sudden forward motion of the train,

The world grown dark although the sun still shone,

One last blurred look through aching tear-dimmed eyes—

And you were gone.

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