Analysis of The Railway Station

The darkness brings no quiet here, the light
    No waking: ever on my blinded brain
    The flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain,
  The engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite:
  I see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight,
    Faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain:
    I see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great train
  Move labouring out into the bourneless night.
  So many souls within its dim recesses,
    So many bright, so many mournful eyes:
  Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses;
    What threads of life, what hidden histories,
  What sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses,
    What unknown thoughts, what various agonies!