Sonnets, Lyrics and Translations By the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] |
THE CATTLE TRAIN.
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THE CATTLE TRAIN.
PENMAENMAWR.
All light or transient gloom—no hint of storm—White wreaths of foam, born in blue waters, broke
Among the mountain shadows; all bespoke
A summer's day on Mona and the Orme.
My open window overlook'd the Rails,
When, suddenly, a cattle-train went by,
Rapt, in a moment, from my pitying eye,
As from their lowing mates in Irish vales;
Close-pack'd and mute they stood, as close as bees,
Bewilder'd with their fright and narrow room;
'Twas sad to see that meek-eyed hecatomb,
So fiercely hurried past our summer seas,
Our happy bathers, and our fresh sea-breeze,
And hills of blooming heather, to their doom.
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