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For Edward J Wheeler	A
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Within the Jersey City shed	B
The engine coughs and shakes its head	B
The smoke a plume of red and white	C
Waves madly in the face of night	C
And now the grave incurious stars	D
Gleam on the groaning hurrying cars	D
Against the kind and awful reign	E
Of darkness this our angry train	E
A noisy little rebel pouts	F
Its brief defiance flames and shouts	F
And passes on and leaves no trace	G
For darkness holds its ancient place	G
Serene and absolute the king	H
Unchanged of every living thing	H
The houses lie obscure and still	I
In Rutherford and Carlton Hill	I
Our lamps intensify the dark	J
Of slumbering Passaic Park	J
And quiet holds the weary feet	K
That daily tramp through Prospect Street	K
What though we clang and clank and roar	L
Through all Passaic's streets No door	L
Will open not an eye will see	M
Who this loud vagabond may be	M
Upon my crimson cushioned seat	K
In manufactured light and heat	K
I feel unnatural and mean	N
Outside the towns are cool and clean	N
Curtained awhile from sound and sight	C
They take God's gracious gift of night	C
The stars are watchful over them	O
On Clifton as on Bethlehem	O
The angels leaning down the sky	P
Shed peace and gentle dreams And I	P
I ride I blasphemously ride	Q
Through all the silent countryside	Q
The engine's shriek the headlight's glare	R
Pollute the still nocturnal air	R
The cottages of Lake View sigh	P
And sleeping frown as we pass by	P
Why even strident Paterson	S
Rests quietly as any nun	S
Her foolish warring children keep	T
The grateful armistice of sleep	T
For what tremendous errand's sake	U
Are we so blatantly awake	U
What precious secret is our freight	V
What king must be abroad so late	V
Perhaps Death roams the hills to night	C
And we rush forth to give him fight	C
Or else perhaps we speed his way	W
To some remote unthinking prey	W
Perhaps a woman writhes in pain	E
And listens listens for the train	E
The train that like an angel sings	X
The train with healing on its wings	X
Now Hawthorne the conductor cries	Y
My neighbor starts and rubs his eyes	Y
He hurries yawning through the car	Z
And steps out where the houses are	Z
This is the reason of our quest	A2
Not wantonly we break the rest	A2
Of town and village nor do we	M
Lightly profane night's sanctity	M
What Love commands the train fulfills	B2
And beautiful upon the hills	B2
Are these our feet of burnished steel	C2
Subtly and certainly I feel	C2
That Glen Rock welcomes us to her	A
And silent Ridgewood seems to stir	A
And smile because she knows the train	E
Has brought her children back again	D2
We carry people home and so	E2
God speeds us wheresoe'er we go	E2
Hohokus Waldwick Allendale	F2
Lift sleepy heads to give us hail	F2
In Ramsey Mahwah Suffern stand	G2
Houses that wistfully demand	G2
A father son some human thing	H
That this the midnight train may bring	H
The trains that travel in the day	W
They hurry folks to work or play	W
The midnight train is slow and old	H2
But of it let this thing be told	H2
To its high honor be it said	B
It carries people home to bed	B
My cottage lamp shines white and clear	I2
God bless the train that brought me here	J2

Joyce Kilmer

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