CLICK-CLACK, click-clack, shouts the trampled track To the warm wheel's creak and cry, We skim on the strand of fairy-land As the twinkling towns go by; From these soft seats the star-eyed streets Of the cities shrink and flee, The night-trod trails are the shining rails And the cities their scenery. With crash and roar down the shrouded shore The steel-stung noises fall, While the tearing train through a moonless plain, Like an arrow cuts the pall; Then straining sight at the flying night Only the glooms we see, The night-trod trails are the shining rails But the cities their scenery. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH THE FLIRT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL EPISTLE TO MRS. BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE by ALEXANDER POPE |