The Unpoetical Train

An artist disregards all governments, abolishes all conventions. The poet delights in disorder only. If it were not so, the most poetical thing in the world would be the underground railway. Every time a train comes in I feel that his broken past batteries of besiegers and that man has won a battle against chaos. We feel it is epochal when man with one wild arrow strikes a distant bird. Is it not also epochal whenMan with one wild engine strikes a distant station? Chaos is dull because in chaos the train might indeed go anywhere to Baker Street or to Baghdad. But man is a magician and his whole magic is in this. That he does say, Victoria and