“The Brook” - Alfred, Lord Tennyson
- Posted by: Cary Briel, Skaneateles Design
- “The Brook” - Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot and hern, - I make a sudden sally,
- And sparkle out among the fern,
- To bicker down a valley.
- By thirty hills I hurry down,
- Or slip between the ridges,
- By twenty thorps, a little town,
- And half a hundred bridges.
- Till last by Philip’s farm I flow
- To join the brimming river,
- For men may come and men may go,
- But I go on forever.
- I chatter over stony ways,
- In little sharps and trebles,
- I bubble into eddying bays,
- I babble on the pebbles.
- With many a curve my banks I fret
- by many a field and fallow,
- And many a fairy foreland set
- With willow-weed and mallow.
- I chatter, chatter, as I flow
- To join the brimming river,
- For men may come and men may go,
- But I go on forever.
- I wind about, and in and out,
- with here a blossom sailing,
- And here and there a lusty trout,
- And here and there a grayling,
- And here and there a foamy flake
- Upon me, as I travel
- With many a silver water-break
- Above the golden gravel,
- And draw them all along, and flow
- To join the brimming river,
- For men may come and men may go,
- But I go on forever.
- I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
- I slide by hazel covers;
- I move the sweet forget-me-nots
- That grow for happy lovers.
- I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
- Among my skimming swallows;
- I make the netted sunbeam dance
- Against my sandy shallows.
- I murmur under moon and stars
- In brambly wildernesses;
- I linger by my shingly bars;
- I loiter round my cresses;
- And out again I curve and flow
- To join the brimming river,
- For men may come and men may go,
- But I go on forever.
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