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 here is the green for stringing the daisies! 
Here is a cart runaway in the road 
Lumping along with man and load; 
And here is a mill, and there is a river: 
Each a glimpse and gone forever!