RIVULUS.

THE BROOK.

(TENNYSON.)

ITH many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland fet

With willow-weed and mallow.

I flip, I flide, I gleam, I glance,
Among my skimming fwallows;

I mark the netted funbeams dance

Against my fandy fhallows.

RIVULUS.

REQUENTIORI murmure
Meatibus recurvis

It unda noftra curfitans

Per arva perque valles,
Ripafque mordet infitas

Arundine atque malva:
Nitefco, labor, emico
Sub antra opaca mufco
Hirundinum cubilia,

Et hinc et inde Phobi

Jubar refractum miror in

ter humidas arenas.

ΙΟ

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 bloffom failing,

And here and there a lufty trout,

And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake

Upon me, as I travel

With many a filvery waterbreak

Above the golden gravel,

IO

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