On a Subway Express

By Chester Firkins


I, who have lost the stars, the sod,
         For chilling pave and cheerless light,
Have made my meeting-place with God
         A new and nether Night --

Have found a fane where thunder fills
         Loud caverns, tremulous; -- and these
Atone me for my reverend hills
         And moonlit silences.

A figment in the crowded dark,
         Where men sit muted by the roar,
I ride upon the whirring Spark
         Beneath the city's floor.

In this dim firmament, the stars
         Whirl by in blazing files and tiers;
Kin meteors graze our flying bars,
         Amid the spinning spheres.

Speed! speed! until the quivering rails
         Flash silver where the head-light gleams,
As when on lakes the Moon impales
         The waves upon its beams.

Life throbs about me, yet I stand
         Outgazing on majestic Power;
Death rides with me, on either hand,
         In my communion hour.

You that 'neath country skies can pray,
         Scoff not at me -- the city clod; --
My only respite of the Day
         Is this wild ride -- with God.

DayPoems Poem No. 1122
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