This is a wonderful poem. It is by Robert Louis Stevenson and is titled From a Railway Carriage.
You can find it in A Child's Garden of Verses by the aforementioned author
2007-03-03 04:38:56
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answered by Anonymous
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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!
2007-03-03 00:43:46
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answered by richard_beckham2001 7
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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!
-- R. L. Stevenson
2007-03-03 00:44:43
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answered by Polo 7
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"From a Railway Carriage" R.L.Stevenson. I learned it too.
2007-03-03 10:23:50
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answered by Anonymous
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