In the third-class seat sat the journeying boy  
 And the roof-lamp's oily flame  
 Played down on his listless form and face,  
 Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going,  
 Or whence he came.
'Midnight on the Great Western' (1917)
In the third-class seat sat the journeying boy  
 And the roof-lamp's oily flame  
 Played down on his listless form and face,  
 Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going,  
 Or whence he came.
'Midnight on the Great Western' (1917)