<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360541" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Antwerp To Ghent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are upon the Scheldt. We know we move <br>Because there is a floating at our eyes <br>Whatso they seek; and because all the things <br>Which on our outset were distinct and large <br>Are smaller and much weaker and quite grey, <br>And at last gone from us. No motion else. <br>We are upon the road. The thin swift moon <br>Runs with the running clouds that are the sky, <br>And with the running water runs—at whiles <br>Weak 'neath the film and heavy growth of reeds. <br>The country swims with motion. Time itself <br>Is consciously beside us, and perceived. <br>Our speed is such the sparks our engine leaves <br>Are burning after the whole train has passed. <br>The darkness is a tumult. We tear on, <br>The roll behind us and the cry before, <br>Constantly, in a lull of intense speed <br>And thunder. Any other sound is known <br>Merely by sight. The shrubs, the trees your eye <br>Scans for their growth, are far along in haze. <br>The sky has lost its clouds, and lies away <br>Oppressively at calm: the moon has failed: <br>Our speed has set the wind against us. Now <br>Our engine's heat is fiercer, and flings up <br>Great glares alongside. Wind and steam and speed <br>And clamour and the night. We are in Ghent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360541" data-title="Antwerp To Ghent de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="We are upon the Scheldt. We know we move Because there is a floating at our eyes Whatso they seek; and because all the things Which on our outset were distinct and large Are smaller and much weaker and quite grey, And at last gone from us. No..."></div> </div> </div>

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