Driver drive faster and make a goo
Down the Springfield Line under t
Fly like an aeroplane, don’t pull
Till you brake for Grand Central
For there in the middle of the wai

Among pelagian travelers,
Lost on their lewd conceited way
To Massachusetts, Michigan,
Miami or L.A.,
An airborne instrument I sit,

Deftly, admiral, cast your fly
Into the slow deep hover,
Till the wise old trout mistake an
Salt are the deeps that cover
The glittering fleets you led,

As the hawk sees it or the helmete
The clouds rift suddenly - look th
At cigarette-end smouldering on a
At the first garden party of the y
Pass on, admire the view of the ma

Look, stranger, at this island now
The leaping light for your delight
Stand stable here
And silent be,
That through the channels of the e

Out of a bellicose fore-time, thun
head-on collisions of cloud and ro
up-thrust, crevasse-and-avalanche,
deadly to breathers,
it whelms into our picture below t

Look, stranger, on this island now
The leaping light for your delight
Stand stable here
And silent be,
That through the channels of the e

Sharp and silent in the
Clear October lighting
Of a Sunday morning
The great city lies;
And I at a window

Base words are uttered only by the
And can for such at once be unders
But noble platitudes:—ah, there’s
Where the most careful scrutiny is
To tell a voice that’s genuinely g

And the traveller hopes: “Let me
Physician”; and the ports have nam
The citiless, the corroding, the s
And North means to all: “Reject”.
And the great plains are for ever