Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BROOK, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN



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First Line: Up, my jewel! Let's away
Last Line: Stolen into the gulf for ever!
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund
Subject(s): Brooks; Streams; Creeks


Up, my jewel! let's away
There where none but young love lingers;
Bells are ringing folks to pray,
But ours are older bells and ringers,
Where the stream's broken gleams
Glance through tresses of green willow,
Fishes glide, and beside
Flowers laugh, blue, white and yellow.

On this bridge 'tis good to lean,
Cooling care with the dance and dripple,
Nor do you your lovelight screen
But outgleam the dimpling ripple:
Minim waves, nutshell caves,
Cataracts over pebbles hurling,
To whose falls on the walls
Myriad mimic suns go twirling!

But what dying dying fall,
What low ebbing syllables
Hear I now? what ghosts recall
Their shadowing piteous chronicles?
O my dear! this pale fear --
Sun so cold, so dark! O never --
My life stream's broken gleams
Stolen into the gulf for ever!





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