Alabama, ip 15. 27 



SONG OF THE BROOK 



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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. 



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 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. 



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. 



— Alfred Tennyson. 



