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. Some one 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 around him， mistier，

Farther and farther， all the birds

Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Edward Thomas， 1878-1917