53913: Adlestrop

<p dir="ltr"> Yes. I remember Adlestrop---<br> The name, because one afternoon<br> Of heat the express-train drew up there<br> Unwontedly. It was late June.<br> The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.<br> No one left and no one came<br> On the bare platform. What I saw<br> Was Adlestrop---only the name<br> And willows, willow-herb, and grass,<br> And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,<br> No whit less still and lonely fair<br> Than the high cloudlets in the sky.<br> And for that minute a blackbird sang<br> Close by, and round him, mistier,<br> Farther and farther, all the birds<br> Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.<br></p>