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. 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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN ADAIR by CAROLINE KEPPEL A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WHO GOES THERE? by GRACE DUFFIE BOYLAN JOHN MASEFIELD by AMY SHERMAN BRIDGMAN THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: A PSALM OF CONFESSION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ON PASTORAL POETRY by ROBERT BURNS OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN IN 'CARTHON' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |