The Brook-Lord Tennyson

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 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 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.


LORD TENNYSON


Summary: 'The Brook' is a poem by Lord Tennyson that describes a stream's journey through different landscapes. The brook bickers down valleys, chatters over stony ways, and murmurs under the moon and stars. The brook's banks are fretted by fields and fallows, and it passes many fairy forelands. The poem celebrates the beauty and constancy of nature, and suggests that even as human lives come and go, the natural world remains a source of enduring wonder and inspiration.

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