THE BROOK.BY ALFRED TENNISON.
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 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.
DEFINITIONS:--Coot, a kind of wild duck.Hern, a wading bird, heron.Bicker, run with a quivering, tremulous motion.Thorps, small villages.Foreland, headland.Shingly, gravelly.
