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Adlestrop by Edward Thomas (1917)

Yes. I remember Adlestrop-
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there

Unwontedly. It was late June.


The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop-only the name


And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.


And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

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