Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BALLAD OF OUR DEAR LADY OF THE RAILWAY CARRIAGE, by RENE SCHICKELE


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BALLAD OF OUR DEAR LADY OF THE RAILWAY CARRIAGE, by                    
First Line: A train stops, that is not bound whither you would fare
Last Line: A train moves on, that is not bound whither you must fare.
Subject(s): Railroads; Railways; Trains


(AT THE STATION)

A train stops, that is not bound whither you would fare.
While it halts here, wanderer, say your prayer.

Dear Lady in the train,
Your eyes give pain
wounding as hate. Oh, You are worn with grief.
Your wry mouth hurts—I vow
that if the dog that now
warms Your little feet were only asleep,
my passion's heat would burn away Your woe!
And like two hares Your pulses then would leap
till the city was nearly reached, when they would bounce away and disappear.
There I would like to find You again, Your arched mouth smiling, grave and dear.


Wanderer, make the sign of the cross, having said your prayer.
A train moves on, that is not bound whither you must fare.





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