By Castle and River

The Brook

By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

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.

Monday, December 6, 2010

The snow lasted only a little while. Some it still left, but snow gets very ugly when it is old. Now it is windy. Very windy, and cold. I don't like wind. I've never liked wind. Not since I was two. But mostly it is the cold. It seems to early to be this cold. But maybe that is because December came so fast I can hardly believe it is here.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: Hmmm... I've always loved wind, and my mother says that my daddy loved wind, too. I guess that one didn't get passed down through your branch of the family...

~ A.K. ~; December 6, 2010 at 7:07 AM
Julie said...: Hm. I love a nice breeze. Very much. But the fact that I don't like wind just *might* have something to do with the fact that it blew a tree onto my roof when I was two.; December 6, 2010 at 9:47 AM
Anonymous said...: Possibly... :); December 7, 2010 at 6:40 AM

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