Dear gentle monsters, and we ride
Pleasantly seated—so we sink
Into a torpor on the brink
Of thought, or read our books, and understand
Half them and half the backward-gliding land:
(Trees in a dance all twirling round;
Large rivers flowing with no sound;
The scattered images of town and field,
Shining flowers half concealed.)
And, having settled to and equal rate,
They swing the curve and straighten to the straight,
Curtail their stride and gather up their joints,
Snort, dwindle their steam for the noisy points,
Leap them in safety, and, the other side,
Loop again to and even stride.
A poem written by:
V. De Sola Pinto
V. De Sola Pinto
Memorable phrases in a poem hits your mind, memorable adventure strikes your heart forever! I have an urge to share this post after I came across some websites about luxury train express to beautiful places tucked in somewhere in our world, awaiting for someone to discover and explore it..
Locomotive number eight, Eryri, is the Welsh name for Snowdonia. It was also removed from service and dismantled in the 1980’s.
Words cannot decribe how beautiful this view is..
An innocent child looking out of the train
A clock at the train station.. How I wish the time could stop for this moment~
Bids farewell to loved ones
Or come along with your loved ones to spend momentuos time together in the train!