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.