The fat round drops landed with a plop
No way to stop the rain, the whirling wheels or the whistling train
Giant gears heaving, moaning in their leaving
Away, away; his hand pressed to the window seemed to say
Come, come with me; but like a lone figure adrift at sea
Damp from the storm and stranded on the empty platform
She watched until the steel beast ceased to be seen
A dream lost, tossed out to the horizon