FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE by Robert Louis Stevenson
        
        Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
        Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
        And charging along like troops in a battle,
        All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
        All of the sights of the hill and the plain
        Fly as thick as driving rain;
        And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
        Painted stations whistle by.
        
        Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
        All by himself and gathering brambles;
        Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
        And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
        Here is a cart run away in the road
        Lumping along with man and load;
        And here is a mill and there is a river:
        Each a glimpse and gone for ever!