Treasure Island

William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

We Flash Across The Level


We flash across the level.
We thunder thro' the bridges.
We bicker down the cuttings.
We sway along the ridges.

A rush of streaming hedges,
Of jostling lights and shadows,
Of hurtling, hurrying stations,
Of racing woods and meadows.

We charge the tunnels headlong -
The blackness roars and shatters.
We crash between embankments -
The open spins and scatters.

We shake off the miles like water,
We might carry a royal ransom;
And I think of her waiting, waiting,
And long for a common hansom.

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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  • Bonnie Shipman (12/20/2011 9:04:00 PM)

    It's truly refreshing to be travel slowly sometimes, despite the seeming power and pomp of speeding past the countryside. A well-written piece. (Report) Reply

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