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| The Brook; Alfred Tennyson | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 17 2011, 03:40 PM (53 Views) | |
| Zarvarza | May 17 2011, 03:40 PM Post #1 |
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THE BROOK I come from haunts of coot and hern: I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down the 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 silvery waterbreak 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. Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) |
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