Author: Edna Saint Vincent Millay
The tracks are thousands of miles away,
But there is still a loud voice,
The day when no train came.
I heard its whistle scream.
All night, no train came,
Although I slept all night,
But I saw the red sky full of ashes,
Hear its engine and steam.
My heart is warm, my friend,
We are connected,
Even if there is no train coming, I won't be afraid.
I will move on carefree!