Adelstrop

Adelstrop by Edward Thomas 1878 - 1917

Yes, I remember Adelstrop -
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 Adelstrop - 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.