Posted by Vartika Kumari at July 2, 2021
Faster than fairies than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle;
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driveinng rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
painted station whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles,
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is mill,and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone for ever!