Along the smooth and slender wires, the sleepless heralds run, <br />Fast as the clear and living rays go streaming from the sun; <br />No pearls of flashes, heard or seen, their wondrous flight betray, <br />And yet their words are quickly caught in cities far away.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/telegraphy/
