Or ev'n the sweet half-English Neil gherry air I panted, seems, as I re-listen to it, Prattling the primrose fancies of the boy, To me that loved him; for "O brook," he says, "O babbling brook," says Edmund i: his rhyme, "Whence come you?" and the brook why not replies. I come from haunts of coot and hern By thirty hills I hurry down, Till last by Philip's farm I flow For men may come and men may go, "Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out, Travelling to Naples. There is Darnley bridge, It has more ivy; there the river; and there Stands Philip's farm where brook and river meet. I chatter over stony ways, With many a curve my banks I fret And many a fairy foreland set 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. "But Philip chatter'd more thai. brook or bird; Old Philip; all about the fields you caught His weary daylong chirping, like the dry High-elbow'd grigs that leap in summer grass. She and James had What cause of quarrel? None, she said, no cause; James had no cause: but when I prest the cause, "Sweet Katie, once I did her a good I learnt that James had flickering turn, Her and her far-off cousin and betrothed, James Willows, of one name and heart with her. For here I came, twenty years back the week Before I parted with poor Edmund, crost By that old bridge which, half in ruins then, till makes a hoary eyebrow for the gleam Beyond it, where the waters marry – crost, Whistling a random bar of Bonny Doon, And push'd at Philip's garden-gate. The gate, Half-parted from a weak and scolding hinge, Stuck; and he clamor'd from a casement, 'Run' To Katie somewhere in the walks below, jealousies Which anger'd her. Who anger'd James I said. But Katie snatch'd her eyes at once from mine, And sketching with her slender pointed foot Some figure like a wizard pentagram On garden gravel, let my query pass Unclaim'd, in flushing silence, till I ask'd If James were coming. 'Coming every day,' She answer'd, 'ever longing to explain, But evermore her father came across With some long-winded tale, and broke him short; And James departed vext with him and her.' How could I help her? Would Iwas it wrong?' (Claspt hands and that petitionary |