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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.
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