
Remembrances (excerpt)
By Langley Bush I roam, but the bush hath left its hill,
On Cowper Green I stray, tis a desert strange and chill,
And the spreading Lea Close oak, ere decay had penned its will,
To the axe of the spoiler and self-interest fell a prey,
And Crossberry Way and old Round Oak's narrow lane
With its hollow trees like pulpits I shall never see again.
Enclosure like a Buonaparte let not a thing remain,
It levelled every bush and tree and levelled every hill
And hung the moles for traitors -- though the brook is running still
It runs a sicker brook, cold and chill.

MP IV 130
All that is left of Langley Bush today is a bump in a field, surmounted by a hawthorn tree planted by the Clare Society 20 years ago.
A notice on the gate says this:
‘The Langley Bush is situated on private land. Permission to visit the mound should be sought from Fitzwilliam Farm (Milton Estates)’.
So to actually visit the site without ‘permission’, one must trespass on the land legally stolen from the commons during the enclosures. My heart bleeds...