Read the poem "Travel" by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.
What is the central idea of this poem?
AThe narrator is preoccupied by a desire to travel.
BThe narrator spends many hours traveling by train.
CThe narrator is frustrated by the noise of travelers.
DThe narrator has fond memories of her travels.