Lay Of The Motor-Car

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2> Lay of the Motor-Car </h2> <p> We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd<br/> In our whiskers and teeth;<br/> And the granite-like grey of the road<br/> Seems to slide underneath.<br/> As an eagle might sweep through the sky,<br/> So we sweep through the land;<br/> And the pallid pedestrians fly<br/> When they hear us at hand.<br/> <br/> We outpace, we outlast, we outstrip!<br/> Not the fast-fleeing hare,<br/> Nor the racehorses under the whip,<br/> Nor the birds of the air<br/> Can compete with our swiftness sublime,<br/> Our ease and our grace.<br/> We annihilate chickens and time<br/> And policemen and space.<br/> <br/> Do you mind that fat grocer who crossed?<br/> How he dropped down to pray<br/> In the road when he saw he was lost;<br/> How he melted away<br/> Underneath, and there rang through the fog<br/> His earsplitting squeal<br/> As he went&mdash;&mdash; Is that he or a dog,<br/> That stuff on the wheel?<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />