From a Railway Carriage

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!