Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding, Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging lamps at night, Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing all, With storm and buffeting gusts of wind and falling snow,īy day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes,īy night thy silent signal lamps to swing. Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple, The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack, Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels, Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following, Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering Type of the modern-emblem of motion and power-pulse of the continent, For once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here I see thee, Thy great protruding head-light fix’d in front, I had my Thursday night fannish chat in the evening, so we watched a couple of episodes of Sex Education around it, plus the end of the Cincinnati-Jacksonville game (I rooted for the Jaguars for the sake of the Ravens, but I have trouble rooting against a kicker trying a field goal as time expires).Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining, Thee in thy panoply, thy measur'd dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive, Thy black cylindric body, golden brass, and silvery steel, Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides, Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the distance, It was a gorgeous day to get to be outside we had many woodpeckers, chipmunks, squirrels, and little birds on the deck, and we took a walk before dinner to enjoy the breeze and the leaves turning. My post-travel laundries still aren't all folded, but I did get to have an expedition on Thursday to pick up my new glasses from my eye doctor's office - they still feel a little strange, as they always do for the first few days, but I don't have a headache as I sometimes do while getting used to a new pair. To the free skies unpent and glad and strong. Launch’d o’er the prairies wide, across the lakes, Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return’d, (No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,) Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing all, Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging lamps at night, Type of the modern-emblem of motion and power-pulse of the continent,įor once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here I see thee, Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following, Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels, The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack, Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple, Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the distance, Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides, Thy black cylindric body, golden brass, and silvery steel, Thee in thy panoply, thy measur'd dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive, Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining,
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