Far in a western brookland by A. E. Housman Lyrics

        
         LII
        
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.