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!
Nursery Rhymes C,D,E,F
From A Railway Carriage
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