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.

Edward Thomas 

My parents made me learn this poem for a declamation prize when i was fourteen. Edward Thomas describes the peace and emptiness of the english countryside in 1914, a year before he was sent to fight at the front, and where he was later killed in action in 1917. The still of a station platform in a countryside deserted while a nation is at war.

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