A Shropshire Lad/Far in a western brookland
LII
Far in a western brookland
That bred me long ago
The poplars stand and tremble
By pools I used to know.
That bred me long ago
The poplars stand and tremble
By pools I used to know.
There, in the windless night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
He hears: long since forgotten
In fields where I was known,
Here I lie down in London
And turn to rest alone.
In fields where I was known,
Here I lie down in London
And turn to rest alone.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and licars
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
The wanderer halts and licars
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
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