Wednesday, November 15, 2006

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

1 comment:

Genevieve Netz said...

That's a beautiful photo, and you found the perfect poem to go with it.