| A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896. |
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| LII. Far in a western brookland |
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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. | |
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| There, in the windless night-time, | 5 |
| The wanderer, marvelling why, | |
| Halts on the bridge to hearken | |
| How soft the poplars sigh. | |
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| He hears: no more remembered | |
| In fields where I was known, | 10 |
| Here I lie down in London | |
| And turn to rest alone. | |
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| There, by the starlit fences, | |
| The wanderer halts and hears | |
| My soul that lingers sighing | 15 |
| About the glimmering weirs. | |
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