The Train Around The Hill


The train runs gold and white
Across the savage plains,
As outside, as black as night,
The sky pours forth its rains.
Beneath a cloudy cover,
The winds gust to and fro,
Far from both bride and lover,
Who bought the frontest row;
And free the horse’s canter,
Beside the streaking cars,
The coyote’s high-pitched banter,
Up to the steady stars;
And free the towels and flyers,
That pass from hand to hand;
And free the view of spires,
Beyond the arid sand;
But priceless is the conversation,
That’s shared by you and me -
Monotony’s consolation,
As boundless as the sea!

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