Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Far In A Western Brookland - Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

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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: no more remembered
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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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