“A Trial Run” (Robert Frost)

I said to myself almost in prayer, It will start hair-raising currents of air

When you give it the livid metal-sap. It will make a homicidal roar. It will shake its cast stone reef of floor. It will gather speed till your nerves prepare

To hear it wreck in a thunderclap. But stand your ground, As they say in war. It is cotter-pinned, it is bedded true. Everything its parts can do

Has been thought out and accounted for. Your least touch sets it going round, And when to stop it rests with you.

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