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I LIKE TO SEE IT LAP THE MILES

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of Mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry1 pare2

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges3;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop - docile and omnipotent -
At its own stable door.