Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

The Brook - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

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 for ever.

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 for ever.

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 waterbreak
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 for ever.

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 netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

Comments about The Brook by Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • (3/12/2018 3:56:00 AM)

    Cool Answer (Report) Reply

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  • (3/11/2018 8:12:00 AM)

    This poem is marketing (Report) Reply

  • (3/6/2018 3:15:00 PM)

    this is my favorite poem (Report) Reply

  • (3/2/2018 12:12:00 PM)

    This Poem is amaizing! :) (Report) Reply

  • (3/1/2018 10:35:00 AM)

    I was given this poem as an 11+ Comprehension exam in 1950 and have loved it ever since. (Report) Reply

  • (2/20/2018 2:14:00 AM)

    It, is nice (Report) Reply

  • (2/17/2018 12:15:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem, somewhat spoilt by being read in an American accent. (Report) Reply

  • (2/16/2018 12:43:00 PM)

    Is bootiful poem (Report) Reply

  • (2/12/2018 4:37:00 PM)

    Can anyone advise which collection of poems book The Brook is in & how can I purchase it please? (Report) Reply

  • (1/9/2018 2:32:00 AM)

    It is useful poem for every person. (Report) Reply

  • (12/28/2017 9:56:00 AM)

    It is very useful (Report) Reply

  • (12/19/2017 4:44:00 PM)

    I learnt this poem by heart while a schoolboy age 10 at Branksome Heath Junior School in 1946. The first two lines have never been forgotten. (Report) Reply

  • (12/5/2017 9:15:00 AM)

    Furious and knowledgmentme (Report) Reply

  • (11/24/2017 2:52:00 AM)

    Very nice poem (Report) Reply

  • (6/22/2017 3:41:00 AM)

    This was my school poem. Now-a days we see a river,50 kilometres of river from an aircraft.
    In fact it is a part of landscape flying.We should dig more rivers and connect rivers to secure optimal use of water for agriculture purpose..
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (4/27/2016 7:31:00 AM)

    The Poem is a symbol of life. The brook's journey from its origin till its joining the brimming river is man's journey of life from birth to death. Whatever happens to it on the way is similar to what man encounters through his life. The brook's noisy flow is similar to mans struggling and fretting and fuming against the odds of life. The brook slips, slides, glooms and glances. So does man. It makes its way forcefully against odds, so does man as he struggles through many problems. The brook carries many things with it as it flows. So does man-he meets people - builds relationships - carries memories, collects materialistic things as he goes through life.

    The only difference between man and the brook is that man's life comes to an end. Where as the brook lives on and on forever.
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    Kumar Dheeraj (2/17/2018 9:18:00 AM)

    What a great explanation. Nice interpretation.

    (5/25/2016 8:24:00 AM)

    I love your words........... its such a great comparison, and maybe even the poet would agree too, if he was alive

  • (4/21/2015 5:51:00 PM)

    I recall my mother quoting from this musical and eloquent poem. It s best said aloud. (Report) Reply

  • (6/5/2013 2:31:00 AM)

    This poem (clearly a transcendentalist homage to scriptural reference [Ecclesiastes 1: 4]) really is alive because rather than the static (earth) , it refers to the dynamic (water) - the brook yet endures - but in contrast, One never steps in the same river twice... (Heraclitus) . It is the dynamic flow, the journey of the brook, and the merging into everything it encounters, that appeals. Indeed the human being is the brook, for what else babbles and chatters at every turn, bickers and visits so many towns, to murmur and croon to the moon (wether or not anyone is listening) . Humanity is not a part of nature, we are nature - if absolutely true to it. Often people describe human nature as aberrant (war, sin, vice, etc...) - which is propaganda of the oppressor. I very strongly believe that Tennyson and I could be in agreement that nature IS true humanity - propaganda of the partner. The natural inclination of humanity to the Transcendentalists is reverence to nature in a divine sense. Our essence is goodness and self-reliance. Nature is not subordinate to us, but instead nature exists in symbiotic relationship. Likewise, nature transcends itself - for it is not one thing that creates beauty - but rather the relationship between things; nature is never static, and the more one finds it's place in it: the more beautiful it becomes. Every natural environment is whole, complete, and everything in it is doing exactly as it should. Beauty only exists if there is a viewer, it is never solitary. Likewise, reverence is always a partnership. The more that we surrender to our natural relationship with nature, the more true we become, to ourselves and the world - and, the more likely we are to endure forever. For certainly, the more separate we make ourselves from nature - the more we destroy it. Why destroy ourselves? Why kill our planet? Why be indifferent to the other creatures? (Report) Reply

    (4/18/2015 6:32:00 AM)

    i just have one word to say for this... WOW. i couldn't say any better. cz its just simply awesome and make a hell lot of sense to me, the way you explained the inter relationship with nature.

  • (4/16/2013 10:21:00 AM)

    this poem is my most favourite poem, and the poet is also good 2 (Report) Reply

  • (11/23/2012 11:52:00 AM)

    My father had memorized this poem in grade school backmin the 1930's. One of my lasting memories of him was him reciting this beautiful poem to me when I was a child. I read this poem aloud in honouring his memory at his funeral at sea while we committed his ashes to the deep. (Report) Reply

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