The Brook goes babbling to the Sea In language of the Land, Of hill, and dale, and leafy tree, Of song-bird, fragrant flower, and bee, Beyond the sloping strand. Alas! 'Tis all a mystery! She doth not understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LAST MAN by THOMAS CAMPBELL FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER |