St. Pancras Station, August 1915 by Vera Brittain
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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