Lord Tennyson: The Brook

Lyrics
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 thorpes, 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 for ever 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 for ever 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 for ever 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 for ever
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- Writers
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson