Hyla Brook Poem by Robert Frost

Hyla Brook

Rating: 3.3

By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)--
Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent
Even against the way its waters went.
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat--
A brook to none but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.

Mark Arvizu 09 March 2015

Song written by brooks on the faded paper sheet of leaves

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* Sunprincess * 27 October 2012

we love the things we love for what they are absolutely love this line and little brooks with mountain springs..i wish to go to see the little brook, i remember from childhood..sure it is still there..so this will be my plan in the spring..to go there and have a picnic, will be a dream come true..fabulous write!

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Andrew Hoellering 28 May 2009

This is very nearly a sonnet.We know a sonnet has 14 lines and this 15, which is evidence that Frost was more interested in completing what he had to say than in following a traditional verse pattern. The first, fifth and sixth lines are magical, but the key line of the poem is the last one.What for me is especially memorable is the way he describes the faded stream, 'a brook to none but who remember long.' The poem tells us a lot about the nature of loyalty and love.

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