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The Brook: - Alfred Lord' Tennyson

The poem is about a brook describing its journey through the countryside. It flows through fields and forests, passing thirty hills, twenty villages, and half a hundred bridges on its way to join the larger river. Though people come and go, the brook states that it will continue flowing on forever, winding through the landscape.

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The Brook: - Alfred Lord' Tennyson

The poem is about a brook describing its journey through the countryside. It flows through fields and forests, passing thirty hills, twenty villages, and half a hundred bridges on its way to join the larger river. Though people come and go, the brook states that it will continue flowing on forever, winding through the landscape.

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The Brook

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

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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