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
there
is
the
green
for
stringing
the
daisies!
Here
is
a
cart
run
away
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!
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