Poems (Millay)/Travel
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 $teaming.
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.