Emily Dickinson - The Railway Train lyrics

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 the hill And neigh like Boanerges Then, punctual as a star Stop - docile and omnipotent At its own stable door