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To a Locomotive in Winter.

Part of the cluster FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.


THEE for my recitative, Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day  
Thee in thy panoply, thy measur'd dual throbbing and thy beat  
  [ begin page 359 ]ppp.01663.365.jpg Thy black cylindric body, golden brass and silvery steel, Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating,  
 shuttling at thy sides,
Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the  
Thy great protruding head-light fix'd in front, Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate  
The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack, Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle  
 of thy wheels,
Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following, Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering; Type of the modern—emblem of motion and power—pulse of  
 the continent,
For once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here  
 I see thee,
With storm and buffeting gusts of wind and falling snow, By day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes, By night thy silent signal lamps to swing.
Fierce-throated beauty! Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging  
 lamps at night,
Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earth- 
 quake, rousing all,
Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding, (No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,) Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return'd, Launch'd o'er the prairies wide, across the lakes, To the free skies unpent and glad and strong.

Part of the cluster FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.

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