<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div><div><b>“The Brook”</b> by Alfred Tennyson</div><div><br></div><div>I come from haunts of coot and hern,</div><div> I make a sudden sally</div><div>And sparkle out among the fern,</div><div> To bicker down a valley.</div><div><br></div><div>By thirty hills I hurry down,</div><div> Or slip between the ridges,</div><div>By twenty thorpes, a little town,</div><div> And half a hundred bridges.</div><div><br></div><div>Till last by Philip's farm I flow</div><div> To join the brimming river,</div><div>For men may come and men may go,</div><div> But I go on for ever.</div><div><br></div><div>I chatter over stony ways,</div><div> In little sharps and trebles,</div><div>I bubble into eddying bays,</div><div> I babble on the pebbles.</div><div><br></div><div>With many a curve my banks I fret</div><div> By many a field and fallow,</div><div>And many a fairy foreland set</div><div> With willow-weed and mallow.</div><div><br></div><div>I chatter, chatter, as I flow</div><div> To join the brimming river,</div><div>For men may come and men may go,</div><div> But I go on for ever.</div><div><br></div><div>I wind about, and in and out,</div><div> With here a blossom sailing,</div><div>And here and there a lusty trout,</div><div> And here and there a grayling,</div><div><br></div><div>And here and there a foamy flake</div><div> Upon me, as I travel</div><div>With many a silvery waterbreak</div><div> Above the golden gravel,</div><div><br></div><div>And draw them all along, and flow</div><div> To join the brimming river</div><div>For men may come and men may go,</div><div> But I go on for ever.</div><div><br></div><div>I steal by lawns and grassy plots,</div><div> I slide by hazel covers;</div><div>I move the sweet forget-me-nots</div><div> That grow for happy lovers.</div><div><br></div><div>I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,</div><div> Among my skimming swallows;</div><div>I make the netted sunbeam dance</div><div> Against my sandy shallows.</div><div><br></div><div>I murmur under moon and stars</div><div> In brambly wildernesses;</div><div>I linger by my shingly bars;</div><div> I loiter round my cresses;</div><div><br></div><div>And out again I curve and flow</div><div> To join the brimming river,</div><div>For men may come and men may go,</div><div> But I go on for ever.</div></div><div><br></div>———————————————<br><br><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><a href="http://www.moscowcares.com/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">http://www.MoscowCares.com</font></a></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div></div></div></div></body></html>