Analysis of Sunrise Train

It sprang from earth near dawn and swung bright rays
through far-flung arcs, then, tiny sun ablaze,
swept straight across those slowly flowing mountains
dark as dreams, its white
eye beaming into waning night, its track
a glowing stripe, its silver slicing black
as gaily as a checkered flag flung skyward,
looming greater till it triumphed by,
a rapid patter of staccato clickclacks
underneath a trumpet’s brazen blast,
and streaked out into light,
one long straight silent line horizon bound,
before it blended into morning haze
and journeyed on beyond by sunlit ways.