To my dear old friend Jon C,
Who one time took a train with me

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 its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
    Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
    And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the 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.