Here you will find thePoemAntwerp To Ghentof poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti
We are upon the Scheldt. We know we move Because there is a floating at our eyes Whatso they seek; and because all the things Which on our outset were distinct and large Are smaller and much weaker and quite grey, And at last gone from us. No motion else. We are upon the road. The thin swift moon Runs with the running clouds that are the sky, And with the running water runs?at whiles Weak 'neath the film and heavy growth of reeds. The country swims with motion. Time itself Is consciously beside us, and perceived. Our speed is such the sparks our engine leaves Are burning after the whole train has passed. The darkness is a tumult. We tear on, The roll behind us and the cry before, Constantly, in a lull of intense speed And thunder. Any other sound is known Merely by sight. The shrubs, the trees your eye Scans for their growth, are far along in haze. The sky has lost its clouds, and lies away Oppressively at calm: the moon has failed: Our speed has set the wind against us. Now Our engine's heat is fiercer, and flings up Great glares alongside. Wind and steam and speed And clamour and the night. We are in Ghent.
