| I come from haunts of coot and hern |
| I make a sudden sally, |
| And sparkle out among the fern, |
To bicker down a valley.
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| By thirty hills I hurry down, |
| Or slip between the ridges, |
| By twenty thorps, a little town, |
And half a hundred bridges.
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| 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.
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| I chatter over stony ways, |
| In little sharps and trebles, |
| I bubble into eddying bays, |
I babble on the pebbles.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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,
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| 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.
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| I steal by lawns and grassy plots, |
| I slide by hazel covers ; |
| I move the sweet forget-me-nots |
That grow for happy lovers.
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| I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, |
| Among my skimming swallows ; |
| I make the netted sunbeam dance |
Against my sandy shallows.
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| I murmur under moon and stars |
| In brambly wildernesses ; |
| I linger by my shingly bars ; |
I loiter round my cresses ;
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| 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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| Alfred
Lord Tennyson, |
Classic Poems |
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