But the great train rattled and thundered along.
"Down the brakes!" rang the driver's shout:
"Down the brakes!" sang the whistle out:
But the speed was high,
And the danger nigh,
And Death was waiting to build his pyre;
And the train dashed into a river of fire.
Into the night the red flames gleamed;
High they leaped and crackled and streamed:
And the great train loomed,