Archibald Lampman (1861-1899) | Canadian
from The Poems of Archibald Lampman
p116 | Scott, Duncan Campbell, ed (1900) | public domain
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 engine's 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 horse wheels turn, and the great train
Move labouring out into the boundless night.
So many souls within its dim recesses,
So many bight, so many mournful eyes:
Mine yes 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!
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