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Travel

The railroad track is miles away,
----And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
----But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
----Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
----And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,
----And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
----No matter where it's going.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay