Songs to Poems by Edward Thomas , opus 68

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.

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!