Lyric Poem · Dreams & Sleep
Travel
by Edna St. Vincent Millay · 1921
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“Travel” by Edna St. Vincent Millay — quilloak.com/poems/travel
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