Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come

and men may go, But I go on forever.

 

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 chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and

men may go, But I go on forever.

 

I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a

lusty trout, And here and there a grayling,

 

And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery

water-break Above the golden gravel,

 

And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come

and men may go, But I go on forever.

 

I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers, I move the sweet

forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.

 

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the