Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEXT DAY; IN THE TRAIN, by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA Poet's Biography 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... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON WHAT WE DID TO WHAT WE WERE by PHILIP LEVINE BURYING GROUND BY THE TIES by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH WAY-STATION by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH TWILIGHT TRAIN by EILEEN MYLES THE CAVEMAN ON THE TRAIN by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |
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