About the Brook

I come from torment of fogy and hern,
I make an unexpected sally
What's more, shimmer out among the greenery,
To quarrel down a valley.

By thirty slopes I rush down,
Or on the other hand slip between the edges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
Furthermore, a portion of 100 extensions.

Till last by Philip's homestead I stream
To join the overflowing waterway,
For men might come and men might go,
However, I happen for ever.

I gab over stony ways,
In little sharps and high pitches,
I bubble into eddying straights,
I chatter on the stones.

With numerous a bend my banks I fret
By numerous a field and neglected,
What's more, numerous a pixie foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I gab, jabber, as I stream
To join the overflowing waterway,
For men might come and men might go,
However, I happen for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a bloom cruising,
Furthermore, to a great extent a healthy trout,
Furthermore, to a great extent a grayling,

Furthermore, to a great extent a frothy drop
Upon me, as I travel
With numerous a shimmering waterbreak
Over the brilliant rock,

What's more, draw them from the start, and stream
To join the overflowing waterway
For men might come and men might go,
Yet, I happen for ever.

I take by yards and green plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That develop for blissful darlings.

I slip, I slide, I melancholy, I look,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the got sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I mumble under moon and stars
In brambly unsettled areas;
I wait by my shingly bars;
I linger round my cresses;

Also, out again I bend and stream
To join the overflowing waterway,
For men might come and men might go,
Be that as it may, I happen for ever.