Elizabeth Daryush

(8 December 1887 - 7 April 1977 / Oxford / England)

The Railroad - Poem by Elizabeth Daryush

Along the iron rails
Plod still with panting power,
Range still the empty trails
Hour after hour;

Stare still where looms ahead
Each signal-skeleton,
Whose jerking arms forbid
Or bid you on,

Whose grim lamps rule the glooms
With stringent red or green—
Forget your sunny home's
Wild-paths between

Primrose and violet,
Your breeze-lit fields of rye...
Your golden sheaves forget—
Forget, or die.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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