The Engineers

Across the fields and deserts,

And coupling town with town,

The white tracks stretch out parallel

With engines charging down.

Elizabeth F. Coatsworth

There freight and beasts and passengers

In their degree may ride,

And hoboes follow vagrant gods,

Modestly unespied.

And hero engineers lean out-

Those riders absolute-

To raise their hands to villages

In casual salute.

Elizabeth F. Coatsworth