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| The Old Railway Bridge at Cayuga * |
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 the 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 [Feb 22, 1892 - Oct. 19, 1950] First woman to receive a Pulitzer Prize for poetry.
* The old Cayuga railway bridge is scheduled to become a walking trail. Photo lbw
