Poetry - on the Northern Line



I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,--
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.


Nothern Line had 'severe delays' today, yet again. That's quite normal though: I am now used to service disruptions, minor and severe delays, and the infamous 'Northern Line Minutes' [which is approximately one and half times as long as minutes-as-we-know-them]. But, truth be told - I also picked up these lines, current favourites and one on my workstation, by Emily Dickinson, on a Northern Line Train.
Perfect for a traveller's, or an entrepreneur's, soft board, but why do you find these on the Northern Line? You can see God has only kind of humour - irony!

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