Les trains rêvent dans la rosée, au fond des gares...
Ils rêvent des heures, puis grincent et démarrent...
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THE trains dream in the dew for hours outside
The stations, then unmoor, and grate, and glide ...
I love the wet trains passing through the fields,
Long caravans of all the country yields;
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WE have our tears. This is grief's anodyne,
To know that tears a-many are in store.
And hearts did know them faithful, even before
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I HAVE been watching through grey window panes
This evening falling ... Someone is astray
Along the ditches filled with autumn rains ...
O wearied wanderer upon thy way
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