Night Journey

 Now as the train bears west,
Its rhythm rocks the earth,
And from my Pullman berth
I stare into the night
While others take their rest.

Bridges of iron lace,
A suddenness of trees,
A lap of mountain mist
All cross my line of sight,
Then a bleak wasted place,
And a lake below my knees.

Full on my neck I feel
The straining at a curve;
My muscles move with steel,
I wake in every nerve.

I watch a beacon swing
From dark to blazing bright;
We thunder through ravines
And gullies washed with light.

Beyond the mountain pass
Mist deepens on the pane;
We rush into a rain
That rattles double glass.

Wheels shake the roadbed stone,
The pistons jerk and shove,
I stay up half the night
To see the land I love.

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