A Poem ‘ 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.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty throes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last of Philip’s form I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
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 wiliow-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 for ever.
Assignments:
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- Please learn (by-heart) the poem.
- Write the poem in your copy.
- Read and learn-word meanings.
- Haunts: Places frequently visited by spirits.
- Coot: A type of water bird with a white spot on the free head.