Where yonder ruddy-misted star
Is tumbling down the placid sky
The people-s aims were not so high
As our heroic motives are;
To love and trust they set a bar,
And -Profitâ? was their only cry;
They paid but little heed how nigh
Came thundering the iron car.
It rushed upon them and it passed
Leaving a ghost of pain and fear
To haunt the ruin it had made.
But surely they have learnt at last?
What far faint murmur can we hear
Of frantic howling? Listen! . . . -TRADE.â?
Trade
John Le Gay Brereton
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Poem topics: car, fear, pain, people, sky, star, trust, trade, hear, listen, ghost, iron, high, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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