Far In A Western Brookland

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Title:     Far In A Western Brookland
Author: A. E. Housman [More Titles by Housman]

Far in a western brookland
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.

He hears: long since forgotten
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 hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.

[The end]
A. E. Housman's poem: Far In A Western Brookland

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