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October and eleven after dark	A
Both mist and night Among us in the coach	B
Packed heat on which the windows have been shut	C
Our backs unto the motion Hunt's and mine	D
The last lamps of the Paris Station move	E
Slow with wide haloes past the clouded pane	F
The road in secret empty darkness One	G
Who sits beside me now I turn has pulled	H
A nightcap to his eyes A woman here	I
Knees to my knees a twenty nine year old	J
Smiles at the mouth I open seeing him	K
I look her gravely in the jaws and write	L
Already while I write heads have been leaned	M
Upon the wall the lamp that's overhead	N
Dropping its shadow to the waist and hands	O
Some time 'twixt sleep and wake A dead pause then	P
With giddy humming silence in the ears	Q
It is a Station Eyes are opening now	R
And mouths collecting their propriety	S
From one of our two windows now drawn up	T
A lady leans hawks a clear throat and spits	U
Hunt lifts his head from my cramped shoulder where	V
It has been lying long stray hairs from it	W
Crawling upon my face and teazing me	S
Ten minutes' law Our feet are in the road	X
A weak thin dimness at the sky whose chill	Y
Lies vague and hard The mist of crimson heat	Z
Hangs a spread glare about our engine's bulk	A2
I shall get in again and sleep this time	B2
A heavy clamour that fills up the brain	F
Like thought grown burdensome and in the ears	Q
Speed that seems striving to o'ertake itself	C2
And in the pulses torpid life which shakes	D2
As water to a stir of wind beneath	E2
Poor Hunt who has the toothache and can't smoke	F2
Has asked me twice for brandy I would sleep	G2
But man proposes and no more I sit	W
With open eyes and a head quite awake	H2
But which keeps catching itself lolled aside	I2
And looking sentimental In the coach	B
If any one tries talking the voice jolts	J2
And stuns the ear that stoops for it	W
Amiens	J2
Half an hour's rest Another shivering walk	K2
Along the station waiting for the bell	L2
Ding dong Now this time by the Lord I'll sleep	G2
I must have slept some while Now that I wake	H2
Day is beginning in a kind of haze	J2
White with grey trees The hours have had their lapse	J2
A sky too dull for cloud A country lain	F
In fields where teams drag up the furrow yet	M2
Or else a level of trees the furthest ones	J2
Seen like faint clouds at the horizon's point	N2
Quite a clear distance though in vapour Mills	J2
That turn with the dry wind Large stacks of hay	O2
Made to look bleak Dead autumn and no sun	G
The smoke upon our course is borne so near	P2
Along the earth the earth appears to steam	Q2
Blanc Misseron the last French station passed	R2
We are in Belgium It is just the same	S2
Nothing to write of and no good in verse	J2
Curse the big mounds of sand weed curse the miles	J2
Of barren chill the twentyfold relays	J2
Curse every beastly Station on the road	X
As well to write as swear Hunt was just now	R
Making great eyes because outside the pane	F
One of the stokers passed whom he declared	T2
A stunner A vile mummy with a bag	U2
Is squatted next me a disgusting girl	V2
Broad opposite We have a poet though	W2
Who is a gentleman and looks like one	G
Only he seems ashamed of writing verse	J2
And heads each new page with Mon cher Ami	S
Hunt's stunner has just come into the coach	B
And set us hard agrin from ear to ear	I
Another Station There's a stupid horn	X2
Set wheezing Now I should just like to know	W2
Just merely for the whim what good that is	J2
These Stations for the most part are a kind	Y2
Of London coal merchant's back premises	J2
Whitewashed but as by hands of coal heavers	J2
Grimy themselves and always circled in	Z2
With foul coke loads that make the nose aroint	Y2
Here is a Belgian village no a town	A3
Moated and buttressed Next a water track	B3
Lying with draggled reeds in a flat slime	B2
Next the old country always all the same	S2
Now by Hans Hemmling and by John Van Eyck	B3
You'll find till something's new I write no more	C3
HOURS	J2
There is small change of country but the sun	G
Is out and it seems shame this were not said	Y2
For upon all the grass the warmth has caught	Y2
And betwixt distant whitened poplar stems	J2
Makes greener darkness and in dells of trees	J2
Shows spaces of a verdure that was hid	Y2
And the sky has its blue floated with white	Y2
And crossed with falls of the sun's glory aslant	Y2
To lay upon the waters of the world	Y2
And from the road men stand with shaded eyes	J2
To look and flowers in gardens have grown strong	B3
And our own shadows here within the coach	B
Are brighter and all colour has more bloom	D3
So after the sore torments of the route	Y2
Toothache and headache and the ache of wind	Y2
And huddled sleep and smarting wakefulness	J2
And night and day and hunger sick at food	Y2
And twentyfold relays and packages	J2
To be unlocked and passports to be found	Y2
And heavy well kept landscape we were glad	Y2
Because we entered Brussels in the sun	G

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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