I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make 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 thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
...
I chatter, chatter, as I flowTo join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever,forever.........
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