On the wind was lonely thunder
Of aging, distant trains arriving
At their berths at Orca Depot
Near where mine was soon departing.
She I first glimpsed across the tracks,
Patient for her tardy evening train,
When the South Wind, Notus, sighed, and
Brought to her the augured autumn rain.
Deep yearning called upon my heart,
"Join her in the storm—the overcast—
Beneath the tree with bending boughs
Of orange leaves, hied and blowing fast."
That longing pain within my chest
Discovered such heat and violence
As the evening railcar's sudden
Coming punished me for hesitance.
Behind that train and fresh veil of
Steam, she disappeared; I could not see!
And from my platform, desperate
Screams would ne'er return her to me.
Screeching whistles cleared a path, and
Where when that evening train had gone,
I steeled myself for sadness—and
Found that it had taken her along.