Puget Sound Private Rail Car
The railroad track is miles away.
And the day is load 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 slepp 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’d rather take,
Nomatter where it’s going.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay