I like to feel the long slim train Is nosing through the rain; One is so snug and satisfied To sit and stare outside. Through polka-dotted window panes I see the rain-swept lanes; The furrows tiny rivers seem, Beside the tracks a stream. I scan the faces in the car -- Dismal as without, they are. How man can build a long slim train, Yet be oppressed by rain! I like to feel the long slim train Keeps nosing through the rain; Keeps speeding on the iron trail Through wind and water-veil, With all its vibrant, rhythmic swing -- Man's thought is on the wing. His genius fashioned the moving train, He guides it through the rain, As pilot loves its leashed power Be it in storm or shower; Not all the elements can tame Man's spirit, whence it came. The sinuous, moving, long slim train Ploughs onward through the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |