The Train
A green eye — and a red — in the dark,
Thunder — smoke — and a spark.
It is there — it is here — flashed by.
Whither will the wild thing fly?
It is rushing, tearing through the night,
Rending her gloom in its flight.
It shatters her silence with shrieks.
What is it the wild thing seeks?
Alas! for it hurries away
Them that are fain to stay.
Hurrah! for it carries home
Lovers and friends that roam.
Thunder — smoke — and a spark.
It is there — it is here — flashed by.
Whither will the wild thing fly?
It is rushing, tearing through the night,
Rending her gloom in its flight.
It shatters her silence with shrieks.
What is it the wild thing seeks?
Alas! for it hurries away
Them that are fain to stay.
Hurrah! for it carries home
Lovers and friends that roam.
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