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THE railway bore him through / An earthen cutting out from a city: / There was no scope for view, / Though the frail light shed by a slim young moon / Fell like a friendly tune.
Fell like a liquid ditty, / And the blank lack of any charm / Of landscape did no harm. / The bald steep cutting, rigid, rough, / And moon-lit, was enough / For poetry of place: its weathered face / Formed a convenient sheet whereon / The visions of his mind were drawn.