THE railway bore him through An earthen cutting out from a city: There was no scope for view, Though the frail light shed by a slim young moon Fell like a friendly tune. Fell like a liquid ditty, And the blank lack of any charm Of landscape did no harm. The bald steep cutting, rigid, rough, And moon-lit, was enough For poetry of place: its weathered face Formed a convenient sheet whereon The visions of his mind were drawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 25 by THOMAS CAMPION THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I HAVE LOVED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SUMMER APPROACHES by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |