We flash across the level. We thunder thro' the bridges. We bicker down the cuttings. We sway along the ridges. A rush of streaming hedges, Of jostling lights and shadows, Of hurtling, hurrying stations, Of racing woods and meadows. We charge the tunnels headlong -- The blackness roars and shatters. We crash between embankments -- The open spins and scatters. We shake off the miles like water, We might carry a royal ransom; And I think of her waiting, waiting, And long for a common hansom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARABELLA STUART by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM TO ONE BEREFT by ETHEL KNAPP BEHRMAN ECCLESIASTES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |