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 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. 
 From Helicon's harmonious springs
 A thousand rills their mazy progress take.  
 From Helicon's harmonious springs
 A thousand rills their mazy progress take. 
 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. 
 Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
 Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
  And whom the curious painter read more 
 Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
 Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
  And whom the curious painter doth pursue
   Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
    And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks. 
 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! 
 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. 
 The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
 Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
   - read more 
 The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
 Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
   - Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer"), 
 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. 
 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.