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A TRAIN WINDOW, SELS, by                    
First Line: The gride and screech of snorting locomotives
Last Line: Who are the lovers there?
Subject(s): Farm Life; Railroads; Travel; Agriculture; Farmers; Railways; Trains; Journeys; Trips


THE gride and screech of snorting locomotives,
That hoarsely cough and sputter everywhere,
Are sharply cutting long and zigzag gashes
Upon the smoky air!

And from the dingy, drab, and squatty shed,
Where soot and heavy smoke is drifting wan,
Out from the network of the tangled rails,
The train rolls on!

Soon by my open window, I can see
How all along the hills and wayside wold,
The sunset pours a topaz beauty in
Shimmering pools of gold. ...

And on a farm, a little turquoise pond
Is flaked with orange-blossom spray, and seems,
When rose-vermilion petals flutter down,
A shaken pool of dreams. ...

Here past a farmhouse, burbles on a brook;
There geese are cronking under apple boughs;
While drifting comes the clinkle-clank of bells
From drowsy munching cows.

Fragrant are hayricks near the shaky barns;
Lilies and jonquils in the garden flare;
And Oh, at yonder creaky garden gate,
Who are the lovers there?





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