Adlestrop station

Yes. I remember Adlestrop— 

The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

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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

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

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

A poem written by:

EDWARD THOMAS