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The travellers stand in pools of wintry light Offering themselves to morn‘s long slanting1 arrows. The train‘s due; porters trundle laden2 barrows. The train steams in volleying resplendent clouds Of sun-blown vapour. Hither and about Scared people hurry storming the doors in crowds. The officials seem to waken with a shout Resolved to hoist3 and plunder4; some to the vans Leap; others rumble5 the milk in gleaming cans. Boys indolent-eyed from baskets leaning back Question each face; a man with a hammer steals Stooping from coach to coach; with clang and clack Touches and tests and listens to the wheels. Guard sounds a warning whistle points to the clock With brandished6 flag and on his folded flock Claps the last door: the monster grunts7: ‘Enough!’ Tightening8 his load of links with pant and puff9. Under the arch then forth10 into blue day Glide11 the processional windows on their way And glimpse the stately folk who sit at ease To view the world like kings taking the seas in prosperous weather: drifting banners tell Their progress to the counties; with them goes The clamour of their journeying; while those Who sped them stand to wave a last farewell. 点击收听单词发音
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