Travel
-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 the 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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