Travel By Edna St Vincent Millay (Poem)

Travel

Edna St Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,

And the day is loud with voices speaking,

Yet there isn't a train goes by all day

But I hear it's whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by

Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming 

But I see it's cinders red on the sky,

And hear it's engine streaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,

And better friends I'll not be knowing,

Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,

No matter where it's going.