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.

 

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay