Along the iron rails
Plod still with panting power,
Range still the empty trails
Hour after hour;
Stare still where looms ahead
Each signal-skeleton,
Whose jerking arms forbid
Or bid you on,
Whose grim lamps rule the glooms
With stringent red or green-
Forget your sunny home's
Wild-paths between
Primrose and violet,
Your breeze-lit fields of rye...
Your golden sheaves forget-
Forget, or die.
The Railroad
Elizabeth Daryush
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Poem topics: green, home, power, red, wild, sunny, iron, violet, golden, I love you, I miss you, forget, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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