moss covered roof and the water lias percolated tlie soil until the 

 only product is moss and myrtle. 



The hrooh as it goes '"'on forever^'' may at once be a jot/ and a 

 menace. — A brook running near must be Tennyson's own an'd says 



as it goes 



"/ chatter over stony rills." 



" I come from the haunts of coot and hern, 



I make a sudden sally and sparkle out among the fern, 

 To bicker down the valle^', 



* * * vf 



By twenty thorpes, a little town and half a lumdred bridges." 



But before it joins tlie brimming river it " chatters over stony 

 cills" to the pasture land and the edge of the meadow not far from 



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