A TREMULOUS word, a lingering hand, the burning br Of restless passion smoldering--so we part; br Ah, slowly from the dark the world is turning br When midnight stars shine in a heavy heart. br br The streets are lighted, and the myriad faces br Move through the gaslight, and the homesick feet br Pass by me, homeless; sweet and close embraces br Charm many a threshold--laughs and kisses sweet. br br From great hotels the stranger throng is streaming, br The hurrying wheels in many a street are loud; br Within the depot, in the gaslight gleaming, br A glare of faces, stands the waiting crowd. br br The whistle screams; the wheels are fumbling slowly, br The path before us glides into the light: br Behind, the city sinks in silence wholly; br The panting engine leaps into the night.