Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Travel - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.


Comments about Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • (8/15/2018 7:26:00 PM)


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  • (5/17/2014 3:54:00 PM)


    Brings to mind the longings of a young girl just dying to get out and explore the world. A nicely written poem. (Report) Reply

  • (2/26/2014 1:14:00 PM)


    One of my faves for over 50 years and running....

    Brings back a lot of associations with the period, wonderful old beaux arts train stations, childhood adventures in sleeper cars, etc....
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 5, 2011


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