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Archibald Lampman - The Railway Station
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   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 engines` 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 hoarse wheels turn, and the great train
   Move labouring out into the bourneless night. 
   So many souls within its dim recesses, 
    So many bright, so many mournful eyes: 
  Mine eyes 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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