Green aisles of Pullman cars Soothe me like trees Woven in old tapestries. I love to watch the stars Remote above the earth In watery light, While, in a lower berth, I whirl through night. I love the mysteries Others abhor: From Upper Eight, a sneeze, -- That stertorous snore Far down the aisle. I love The net of green That holds like treasure-trove My clothes unclean. Cherrywood spick and span And patterned plush; The rumble and the rush; The blankets thick and tan, All these my heart delight, -- The globe you click, -- Bells ringing in the night When someone's sick. Weird bumpings in the night, Arrivals late Where stations blaze with light And bang with freight; Elf lanterns down the track, Dark flitting forms Under a pale cloud-wrack, -- Each aspect charms! I love to smoke a last Slow cigarette Where all ere breaking fast Ablute and fret; Then, as on wings of chance, I plunge the night -- Pullmans, you spell romance And snug delight! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GOD'S WORLD by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: EPILOGUE by ALFRED TENNYSON JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |