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The Brook
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, August 6th 1809 - October 6th 1892

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 silver water-break
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.
Sweet melody amidst the moving spheres breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound,
A harmony whereof the earth's green hills give but the faintest echo;
Yet is there a music everywhere, and concert sweet! All birds which sing amidst the forest deep
Till the flowers listen with unfolded bells;
All winds that murmur over summer grass, or curl the waves upon the pebbly shore;
Chiefly all earnest human voices rais'd in charity and for the cause of truth,
Mingle together in one sacred chord, and float, a grateful incense, up to God.
Music
by Bessie Rayner Parkes, June 16th 1829 - March 23rd 1925
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