WHAT made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stare|
And eye the tall young woman and the bundle that she bare?
What made the tall young woman flush, and strive to hide her face,
What made her look so stealthily both up and down the line,
Why was the sawmill not at work? why were the men away?
Why did the pine-scrub stand so thick? why was the place so lone
Why doth the woman tear the child? why doth the mother take
Why doth she moan, and grind her teeth, and weave an awful curse
Why should she fall upon her knees and, with a trembling hand,
Why doth she shudder as she hears the buzz of eager flies,
Why doth she turn, but come again and feverishly twine,
Why, as she strides the platform, does she try hard not to think
Why, through the alleys of the pine, do languid breezes sigh
Seek not to know! but pray for her, and pity, as the train