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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

And grind of metal, while the ground

Shudders and the bridge reels—

As, with a scream,

The train,

A rage of smoke, a laugh of fire,

A lighted anguish of desire,

A dream

Of gold and iron, of sound and flight,

Tumultuous roars across the night.

The train roars past—and, with a cry,

Drowned in a flying howl of wind,

Half-stifled in the smoke and blind,

The plain,

Shaken, exultant, unconfined,

Rises, flows on, and follows, and sweeps by,

Shrieking, to lose itself in distance and the sky.

J. REDWOOD ANDERSON 120