From A Railway Carriage
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, –
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!
The Bard on the Hill 
What a super poem
The meter has the effect of a train rushing by.
Yes it does and the words are so evocative
I remember reading this at school and this would be the first time since that I have seen it – thanks.
It was my first, when I ran across it while looking for the next poem to post on my blog.