Of consolation is evening time the dawn
From the intense daylight; viewed especially
From a moving train, where the vast territory,
Sun-slanted to a wide relief, is borne
On powering wings mimicked by the birds' own,
Outpacing them, each interfering tree,
Each hedgerow cataract, the fences' spree
Alongside, the houses moving on turn-
tables where on the horizon things speed
More sentimentally, as if the distance
Told; makes its presence felt; though glassy-eyed
And weightless, the stationary head, stance
In gimbals fixed, unbinds the eventide,
In turn's unbound, in the angelic deed.
