...anything be more perfect than, to take a casual example, the poem which opens: Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know, and ends: There, by the starlit fences, The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About...

...lay, And I stept out in flesh and bone Manful like the man of stone. 76 LII Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble...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,...

...changes: Please attach old address label to request for changes. COVER: "Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago, The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know." — AE Housman (Photo by Tom Pantages) Secretary of the Army Clifford L. Alexander. Jr. Chi«f of Engineers...

...trouble lay, And I stept out in flesh and bone Manful like the man of stone. Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble...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,...

...epanalepsis created by the ploce of the final clause complex. 3.3.4 Poem 52 Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble...I used to know. There in the windless night-time, PARISON/PARALIPSIS The wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge to hearken How soft the poplars...

...stanzas from poem LII allude to the poet's roots in the English countryside: Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know. A far more grim but no-less romantic take on people and poplars is conveyed in poem XXVI, which begins...

...trouble lay, And I stept out in flesh and bone Manful like the man of stone. FAR in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble...wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge to hearken LII He hears : no more remembered In fields where I was known, Here I lie down in London And turn to...

...die? ® Energy Processes in a Forest By JOAN FRISCH The Woods For Weather Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know. — Alfred Edward Housman From "A Shropshire Lad" Spread across the northern hemisphere, the pervasive...