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Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch


The Locomotive


WHIRLING along its living freight, it came,
Hot, panting, fierce, yet docile to command--
The roaring monster, blazing through the land
Athwart the night, with crest of smoke and flame;
Like those weird bulls Medea learned to tame
By sorcery, yoked to plough the Colchian strand
In forced obedience under Jason's hand.
Yet modern skill outstripped this antique fame,
When o'er our plains and through the rocky bar
Of hills it pushed its ever-lengthening line
Of iron roads, with gain far more divine
Than when the daring Argonauts from far
Came for the golden fleece, which like a star
Hung clouded in the dragon-guarded shrine.



Christopher Pearse Cranch


Christopher Pearse Cranch's other poems:
  1. My Old Palette
  2. The Spirit of the Age
  3. Gnosis
  4. Bird Language
  5. The Photograph


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