At nine in the morning there passed a church, br At ten there passed me by the sea, br At twelve a town of smoke and smirch, br At two a forest of oak and birch, br And then, on a platform, she: br br A radiant stranger, who saw not me. br I queried, 'Get out to her do I dare?' br But I kept my seat in my search for a plea, br And the wheels moved on.