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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