Yes. I remember Adlestrop
The name， because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed1. Some one cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop - only the name
And willows2， willow-herb， and grass，
And meadowsweet， and haycocks dry，
No whit3 less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by， and around him， mistier4，
Farther and farther， all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
Edward Thomas， 1878-1917
