The Brook

The Brook

I come from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally,

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down a valley.

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.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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