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The Railway Train

I like to see it lap the miles,

And lick the valleys up,

And stop to feed itself at tanks;

And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

And, supercilious,

In shanties by the sides of roads;

And then a quarry pare To fit its sides, and crawl between,

Complaining all the

In horrid, hooting stanza;

Then chase itself down the hill And neigh like Boanerges;

Then, punctual as a star,

Stop - docile and omnipotent -At its own stable door.

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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Little known during her life, she has since been regarded as …

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