From
a Railway Carriage By Robert Louis Stevenson (Source TN Textbook)
Faster than fairies, faster than
witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and
ditches;
And charging along like troops in
a battle,
All through the meadows the
horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and
the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an
eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and
scrambles,
All by himself and gathering
brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and
gazes;
And there is the green for
stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the
road,
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a
river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!
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