A green eye -- and a red -- in the dark. Thunder -- smoke -- and a spark. It is there -- it is here -- flashed by. Whither will the wild thing fly? It is rushing, tearing thro' the night, Rending her gloom in its flight. It shatters her silence with shrieks. What is it the wild thing seeks? Alas! for it hurries away Them that are fain to stay. Hurrah! for it carries home Lovers and friends that roam. Where are you, Time and Space? The world is a little place, Your reign is over and done, You are one.
- by Mary Coleridge (1861 - 1907), "The train", appears in Poems, no. 100, first published 1907 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The train", op. 119 (Eight partsongs) no. 4, published 1910. [SSAA chorus a cappella] [text not verified]
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