Classic Poem

And when I found the narrowing estuary
I saw a railway bridge through twilit mist;
It seemed by veils suspended to exist,
But a hushed tide washed under clankingly.

A train from London crossed it in the night:
I woke and saw a tossing burning mane,
And felt some tragic woman passed again
With trailing tresses in dispurposed flight.

Unending luggages dragged past all day,
Piled trucks, tarpaulin mounds, and heavy vans;
Considering this monotony some chance
Steep contour of its iron, sad array

Made me remember thus it must have been
That Cæsar's trampling Triumphing appeared—
Elephants heaving, fuming flames upreared,
Stacked waggons, slow unthinking slaves between.