Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NEXT DAY; IN THE TRAIN, by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA



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First Line: The trees flit by, the hasty bank
Last Line: Your kisses in my hair...
Subject(s): Railroads; Railways; Trains


THE trees flit by, the hasty bank,
June-decked with verdure sweet and rank,
Like greenest water seems to flow
Far from me as I go.

The little houses, sleepy-eyed,
Drift past in meadows soft and wide;
The distant sluggish woods creep on
In races never won:

I see all this; I hear the song
Of the merry wheels as I whirl along;
And yet my very watchings seem
A something in a dream...

For none of me has come away
From the deep white peace of yesterday;
You hold me close, your hands are there,
Your kisses in my hair...





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