Thomas Hardy - On the Departure Platform lyrics

We kissed at the barrier; and pa**ing through She left me, and moment by moment got Smaller and smaller, until to my view She was but a spot; A wee white spot of muslin fluff That down the diminishing platform bore Through hustling crowds of gentle and rough To the carriage door. Under the lamplight's fitful glowers, Behind dark groups from far and near, Whose interests were apart from ours, She would disappear, Then show again, till I ceased to see That flexible form, that nebulous white; And she who was more than my life to me Had vanished quite . . . We have penned new plans since that fair fond day, And in season she will appear again - Perhaps in the same soft white array - But never as then! - "And why, young man, must eternally fly A joy you'll repeat, if you love her well?" —O friend, nought happens twice thus; why, I cannot tell!