Faster than fairies , faster than witches,

bridges and houses hedges and ditches,

And charging along like troops in a battle

All through the meddows horses and cattle

All of the sight of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain

And ever again in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whisle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,

All by himself and gahering brambles,

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes,

And there is a green for stringing daisies,

Here is a cart run away in the road,

Lumping along with a man and a load,

And here is the mill and there is the river,

Each a glimps and gone forever!