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 quarry pare
To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill
And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star
Stop-docile and omnipotent-
At its own stable door
This poem describes a train as if it were a horse. Examine the imagery of the stanza in bold. What does it describe?
The way a train moves along mountains and through cities
The way a train makes horses stop to watch them go by
o The way a train sounds when it rumbles past a building
The way a train has made horse-drawn carriages useless