Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Rockland / Maine / United States
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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.
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COMMENTS
James 01 September 2019
When I heard this poem on the radio, I knew I had to learn it. Reminds me of younger Days
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Khushi 15 August 2018
Love this poem
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Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014
Brings to mind the longings of a young girl just dying to get out and explore the world. A nicely written poem.
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Maynard James Keller 26 February 2014
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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