WHIRLING along its living freight, it came, Hot, panting, fierce, yet docile to command -- The roaring monster, blazing through the land Athwart the night, with crest of smoke and flame; Like those weird bulls Medea learned to tame By sorcery, yoked to plough the Colchian strand In forced obedience under Jason's hand. Yet modern skill outstripped this antique fame, When o'er our plains and through the rocky bar Of hills it pushed its ever-lengthening line Of iron roads, with gain far more divine Than when the daring Argonauts from far Came for the golden fleece, which like a star Hung clouded in the dragon-guarded shrine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES INTOXICATION by EMILY DICKINSON THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |