Question

Painted stations whistle by
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Here is a child who clambers and scrambles
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All by himself and gathering brambles
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road,
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Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a hill, and there a river:
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Each a glimpse and gone for ever!
Robert Louis Stevenso​

Answer 1

Answer:

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;

And charging along like troops in a battle,

All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain;

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,

All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;

And there is the green for stringing the daisies!

Here is a cart run away in the road

Lumping along with man and load;

And here is a mill and there is a river:

Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

By Robert Louis Stevenson

From A Child’s Garden of Verses (1885)

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