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.
Of note
Railroad historian William D. Middleton borrowed a line from this poem for the title of his 2000 book of rail journeys, Yet There Isn't a Train I Wouldn't Take.
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TEXT PROVENANCE · First published 1921 in Second April · Text from Second April (1921), via Project Gutenberg ebook 1247.
Second April (1921), Project Gutenberg ebook 1247
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