Old Engine Driver

Old Engine Driver

For five and twenty years I've run
A famous train;

But now my spell of speed is done,
No more I'll strain

My sight along the treadless tracks,
The gleamy rails:

My hand upon the throttle slacks,
My vision fails.

No more I'll urge my steed of steel
Through hostile nights;

No more the mastery I'll feel
Of monster might.

I'll miss the hiss of giant steam,
The clank, the roar;

The agony of brakes that scream
I'll hear no more.

Oh I have held within my hand
A million lives;

And now my son takes command
And proudly drives;

While from my cottage wistfully
I watch his train,

And wave and wave and seem to see
Myself again.