ST. PANCRAS INTERNATIONAL
While the pianos melody
Flows in the passengers river
Of the Victorian station,
I leave as another foreign,
The building,
I leave as another leaflet,
The sapling,
When the rain begins to moisten,
The streets of the gallant city,
Which she has shown me the kindness
Of the lion,
How valiant is her empress.
I let her light to guide me
Through the valleys, the hills, the streams,
Through her green and perfumed grass
To the end of her country,
To see, in the top of a cliff,
The train submerging in the sea,
Forsaking the vapour behind itself,
Waiting for the wants in France.
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