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From A Railway Carriage


Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches,

And charging along like troops in a battle

All through the meadows the horses and cattle;

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain;

And ever again in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.


Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,

All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes,

And here is the green for stringing the daisies!

Here is a cart runaway in the road

Lumping along with man and load;

And here is a mill, and there is a river,

Each a glimpse and gone forever!



› From A Railway Carriage

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