We paused to say good-by,
As we thought for a little while,
Alone in the car, in the corner
Around the turn of the aisle.
A quiver came in your voice,
Your eyes were sorrowful too;
‘ Twas over — I strode to the doorway,
Then turned to wave an adieu.
But you had not come from the corner,
And though I had gone so far,
I retraced, and faced you coming
Into the aisle of the car.
You stopped as one who was caught
In an evil mood by surprise.—
I want to forget, I am trying
To forget the look in your eyes.
Your face was blank and cold,
Like Lot's wife turned to salt.
I suddenly trapped and discovered
Your soul in a hidden fault.
Your eyes were tearless and wide,
And your wide eyes looked on me
Like a Maenad musing murder,
Or the mask of Melpomene.
And there in a flash of lightning
I learned what I never could prove:
That your heart contained no sorrow,
And your heart contained no love.
And my heart is light and heavy,
And this is the reason why:
I am glad we parted forever,
And sad for the last good-by.