Classic Poem

In shadowy nook,
Where the green leaves grow,
Flow, beautiful brook,
From thy cool fount flow:
Brook, babble, babble, brook,
Flow, flow, brook, flow —
Flow, brook, babble, brook,
From thy cool fount flow.

How the foamy flocks
Of thy waters go
Along the rough rocks
In a steep fleet flow!
Flocks, follow, follow flocks,
Flow, flow, brook, flow —
Flow, flocks, follow flocks
In a steep fleet flow.

With many a crook
Through the vale below,
Where the elms overlook
And the wild flowers blow,
Brook, murmur, murmur, brook,
Flow, flow, brook, flow —
Flow, brook, murmur, brook,
Where the wild flowers blow.

Flow on to the sea,
Silver brook, and show
Our lives how they flee
To the Dead-Sea's flow —
Flee, stilly, fleetly flee —
Flow, flow, brook, flow —
Our lives how they flee
To the Dead-Sea's flow.