I hear the far-off whistle of a train, And distant scenes again my mind enchain. Once more I find myself in canyons, cool, With restive trout immured in every pool; Or, standing, clear, on far Tibetan heights, I feel, anew, the lure of mystic nights; Enchanting views return to thrill my soul. Again the deep Pacific's breakers roll And cast their wanton wreckage at my feet; I sense her waters' rhythmic throb and beat. Long camel-caravans, slow-paced and grey, Among the shifting sand dunes wind their way, One magic day. The marvels of St. Peter's dome And all the crumbling crypts of ancient Rome Invite my soul. ... All this comes swiftly back Because a train has whistled on the track. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD EYE-SHAPED, MOUTH-SHAPED by MARGARET AHO VARIATIONS ON A THEME by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 22 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IN THAT DAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON STRANGER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL |