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I come from haunts of coot and hern I make

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 thorpes a little town
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip""s farm 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 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 for ever.
I wind about and in and out
With here a blossom sailing
And here and there a lusty trout
And here and there a grayling
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel
And draw them all along and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go
But I go on for ever.
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.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses
I linger by my shingly bars
I loiter round my cresses
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go
But I go on for ever..

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