Adlestrop               Edward Thomas                        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. Someone 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.