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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

So It Befell

Eda Lou Walton

WHEN the day is long

And full of pain,

I remember

A certain little lane

Where every night,

At half-past seven,

The train flashed by

On its way to heaven.

There you and I,

Watching in the lane,

Dreamed of riding

Inside the train—

Away from the wide

Sun-flowered plain

And tall fields of

High rolling grain.

When night is long

And strangely sane,

I remember

A certain little lane,

Where, on one night—

So it befell—

The train passed heaven

On its way to hell.