I wandered by the brook-side,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
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I wandered by the brook-side,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.

A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more

A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.

Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.

Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.

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

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge read more

Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtook in his
watery pilgrimage.

See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and read more

See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!

The music of the brook silenced all conversation.

The music of the brook silenced all conversation.

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful read more

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height,
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
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The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
- Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer"),