Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE CATTLE TRAIN; PENMAENMAWR, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER


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THE CATTLE TRAIN; PENMAENMAWR, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: All light or transient gloom - no hint of storm
Last Line: And hills of blooming heather, to their doom.
Subject(s): Cattle


All light or transient gloom - no hint of storm -
White wreaths of foam, born in blue waters, broke
Among the mountain shadows; all bespoke
A summer's day on Mona and the Orme.
My open window overlook'd the rails,
When, suddenly, a cattle-train went by,
Rapt, in a moment, from my pitying eye,
As from their lowing mates in Irish vales;
Close-pack'd and mute they stood, as close as bees,
Bewilder'd with their fright and narrow room;
'Twas sad to see that meek-eyed hecatomb,
So fiercely hurried past our summer seas,
Our happy bathers, and our fresh sea-breeze,
And hills of blooming heather, to their doom.





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