A train

    A TRAIN 
    That traverses Europe's central plain ! — 
    Thousands of miles through the moulded furrows 
    Twinkling in sunset ; as night grows brown 

    A Power comes down, 
    Stretches its wings on the infinite plain, 
    Strains to the earth : one bows to its reign, 
    And prays and prays through the thousand furrows 

    For a heart subdued 
    To the heart of that infinite solitude.