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Poetry Pleases: A Train Journey In France

...all France sulks and sweats
And seemingly has no beauty after all.
But still, amid the broiling, painful sun
I feel a sensation in me call.
It wakens glories that I never knew before...

Caroline Glyn's thoughts are carried back to distant times while on a train journey in France.

The growling train jerks and bumps to Amiens;
The blaring sunlight flashes over all,
Soaking the sodden passengers through and through.
The shadows gradually fall
And rise again, and all France sulks and sweats
And seemingly has no beauty after all.
But still, amid the broiling, painful sun
I feel a sensation in me call.
It wakens glories that I never knew before:
The trampling, bellowing horses, tossing plumes,
And all the cries "St. Denis!" and "St. George!"
And the whizz of arrows ripping through the fumes,
The rippling surge of armour, banners, crests.
Things I had only dreamt of on my native soil
Trumpet calls, defeat and victory
And bloodshed, loyalty, and toil.

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