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I. I saw a slowly-stepping train- / Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar- / Following in files across a twilit plain / A strange and mystic form the foremost bore.
II. And by contagious throbs of thought / Or latent knowledge that within me lay / And had already stirred me, I was wrought / To consciousness of sorrow even as they.