ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN
THE darkness brings no quiet here, the lightNo waking: ever on my blinded brainThe flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain,The engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite:I see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight,Faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain:I see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great trainMove laboring out into the bourneless night.So many souls within its dim recesses,So many bright, so many mournful eyes:Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses;What threads of life, what hidden histories,What sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses,What unknown thoughts, what various agonies!
THE darkness brings no quiet here, the lightNo waking: ever on my blinded brainThe flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain,The engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite:I see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight,Faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain:I see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great trainMove laboring out into the bourneless night.So many souls within its dim recesses,So many bright, so many mournful eyes:Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses;What threads of life, what hidden histories,What sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses,What unknown thoughts, what various agonies!
THE darkness brings no quiet here, the lightNo waking: ever on my blinded brainThe flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain,The engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite:I see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight,Faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain:I see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great trainMove laboring out into the bourneless night.
THE darkness brings no quiet here, the light
No waking: ever on my blinded brain
The flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain,
The engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite:
I see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight,
Faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain:
I see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great train
Move laboring out into the bourneless night.
So many souls within its dim recesses,So many bright, so many mournful eyes:Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses;What threads of life, what hidden histories,What sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses,What unknown thoughts, what various agonies!
So many souls within its dim recesses,
So many bright, so many mournful eyes:
Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses;
What threads of life, what hidden histories,
What sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses,
What unknown thoughts, what various agonies!