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944                                           The New House

NOW first, as I shut the door,
    I was alone
In the new house; and the wind
    Began to moan.
Old at once was the house,
    And I was old;
My ears were teased with the dread
    Of what was foretold,
Nights of storm, days of mist, without end;
    Sad days when the sun
Shone in vain: old griefs and griefs
    Not yet begun.
All was foretold me; naught
    Could I foresee;
But I learn’d how the wind would sound
    After these things should be.

945                                                Adlestrop

Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hiss’d. Some one clear’d 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.


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