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...DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER |