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. Someone 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 round him, mistier. Farther and farther, all the birds Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
Songs to Poems by Edward Thomas , opus 68
by Douglas Gordon Weiland (b. 1954)
1. Adlestrop  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917), "Adlestrop", written 1915
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2. The Trumpet  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Rise up, rise up, And, as the trumpet blowing [Chases]1 the dreams of men, As the dawn glowing The stars that left unlit The land and water, Rise up and scatter The dew that covers The print of last night's lovers --- Scatter it, scatter it! While you are listening To [the]2 clear horn, Forget, men, everything On this earth newborn, [Except]3 that it is lovelier Than any mysteries. Open your eyes to the air That has washed the eyes of the stars Through all the dewy night: Up with the light, To the old wars; Arise, arise!
Text Authorship:
- by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917), as Edward Eastaway, "The Trumpet", first published 1917
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Gurney: "Scatters"
2 Gurney: "that"
3 Gurney: "Save"