Poem by Arthur Graeme West

Seeing Her off

A whistle ’mid the distant hills
            Shattered the silence grey,
She turned on me her great sad eyes,
            Then lightly skimmed away.

I followed slow her flying feet
            In idlest heaviness,
But oh! my heart it laught to see
            Roar through the proud express.

In the after silence and the gloom
            I found her there again,
And won three minutes more delight
            Before the second pain.

1. Spurned by the Gods
2. On Reading Ballads
3. Tea in the Garden
4. The End of the Second Year
5. God! How I Hate You!

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