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  • THE BROOKByAlfred Lord Tennyson
  • THE BROOKI come from haunts of coot and hern; I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern ,To bicker down a valley.
  • THE BROOKBy thirty hills I hurry down ,Or slip between the ridges ,By twenty thorpes , a little town ,And half a hundred bridges.
  • THE BROOKTill join by Philip’s farm I flowTo join the brimming river ,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever.
  • THE BROOKI chatter over stony ways ,In little sharps and trebles ,I bubble into eddying bays ,I babble on the pebbles.
  • THE BROOKWith many a curve my banks I fretBy many a field and fallow ,And many a fairy foreland setWith willow-weed and mallow.
  • THE BROOKI chatter , chatter, as I flowTo join the brimming river,For men come and men may go ,But I go on for ever.
  • THE BROOKI wind about , and in and out ,With here a blossom sailing ,And here and there a lusty trout ,And here and there a grayling,
  • THE BROOKAnd here and there a foamy flakeUpon me , as I travelWith many a silvery waterbreakAbout the golden gravel ,
  • THE BROOKAnd draw them all along , and flowTo join the brimming riverFor men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever.
  • THE BROOKI steal by lawns and grassy plots,I slide by hazel coversI move the sweet forget-me-notsThat grow for happy lovers.
  • THE BROOKI slip , I slide , I gloom , I glance,Among my skimming swallows;I make the netted sunbeam danceAgainst my sandy shallows.
  • THE BROOKI murmur under moon and starsIn brambly wildernesses;I loiter by my shingly bars;I loiter round my cresses;
  • THE BROOKAnd 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.