We flash across the level. We thunder thro` the bridges. We bicker down the cuttings. We sway along the ridges. A rush of streaming hedges, Of jostling lights and shadows, Of hurtling, hurrying stations, Of racing woods and meadows. We charge the tunnels headlong - The blackness roars and shatters. We crash between embankments - The open spins and scatters. We shake off the miles like water, We might carry a royal ransom; And I think of her waiting, waiting, And long for a common hansom.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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