The Brook: Lord Tennyson

I come from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally,

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down a valley.

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 murmur under moon and stars

In brambly wilderness;

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.

Summary: In this poem, ‘The Brook’, the poet Lord Tennyson describes about a long stream. This stream starts out from the place that is frequently visited by coot and hern. As it flows out, it makes a sudden rush. When it flows among the fern, its water sparkles out. The brook flows down a valley with a lot of noise. It flows down along hills over stony ways and at last it flows into the overflowing river.