The Brook
Alfred Lord Tennyson
1809 to 1892
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In little sharps and trebles,
I wind about, and in and out,
And out again I curve and flow
I bubble into eddying bays,
With many a silver water-break
I chatter over stony ways,
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
And half a hundred bridges.
For men may come and men may go,
Against my sandy shallows.
And here and there a lusty trout,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
To join the brimming river,
I babble on the pebbles.
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
But I go on forever.
I loiter round my cresses;
by many a field and fallow,
I linger by my shingly bars;
I slide by hazel covers;
And many a fairy foreland set
To bicker down a valley.
I make a sudden sally,
To join the brimming river,
And sparkle out among the fern,
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
Upon me, as I travel
But I go on forever.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
And draw them all along, and flow
Or slip between the ridges,
But I go on forever.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
With willow-weed and mallow.
And here and there a foamy flake
And here and there a grayling,
But I go on forever.
For men may come and men may go,
That grow for happy lovers.
I make the netted sunbeam dance
In brambly wildernesses;
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
For men may come and men may go,
Above the golden gravel,
With many a curve my banks I fret
To join the brimming river,
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
I murmur under moon and stars
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
with here a blossom sailing,