Twin Brooks

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 thorps, a little town,
    And half a hundred bridges.

    Till last by (Lester's) farm I flow
    To join the brimming river,
    For men may come and men may go,
    But I go on for ever.

- Alfred, Lord Tennyson