The Question and Answer section for W. H. Auden: Poems is a great resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel.
I might consider the lines:
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
People did not seem to care much,
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure;
The train is crossing the border overnight with mail, bringing letters and checks and orders for rich and poor. Though the way is steep, she is still on time. She passes moors and boulders, her white steam flowing behind her. She noisily passes...