Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE NIGHT EXPRESS, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: Click-clack, click-clack, shouts the trampled track Last Line: But the cities their scenery. Subject(s): City & Town Life; Railroads; Railways; Trains | ||||||||
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...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 MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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