Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

Travel

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’d rather take, 
    No matter where it’s going.

1. The Snow Storm
2. To S. M.
3. Second Fig
4. Intention to Escape from Him
5. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend

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