AS we rush, as we rush in the Train,
The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
But the starry heavens above the plain
Come flying on our track.
All the beautiful stars of the sky,
The silver doves of the forest of Night,
Over the dull earth swarm and fly,
Companions of our flight.
We will rush ever on without fear;
Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!
For we carry the Heavens with us, dear,
While the Earth slips from our feet!
More verses by James Thomson
- Scene Between May And June
- Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Peace
- Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Alfred
- Prologue To Tancred And Sigismunda
- Psalm Civ. Paraphrased