Far in a Western Brookland

Lyrics

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: no more remembered 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