I come from haunts of coot and heron, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip’s farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I Bubble in to eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, By many a field and fallow. And many a fairy foreland set, With willow-weed and mallow. 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. Alfred Lord Tennyson ေခ်ာင္းကေလး ေရၾကက္နဲ႔ဗ်ဳိင္းတို႔ က်က္စားရာမ်ားမွ ကၽြန္ေတာ္စထြက္၊ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ ရုတ္တရက္ထြက္ေပၚျခင္းတစ္ခု ျပဳလို႔။ ၿပီးေတာ့ ဖန္းေရညွိပင္ၾကားမွာ တဖ်ပ္ဖ်ပ္လက္၊ ေတာင္ၾကားတစ္ခုမွ အတင္းကေလးေျပးဆင္းဘို႔။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ျမန္ျမန္ဆင္းလာတာက ေတာင္ကုန္းသံုးဆယ္ေ...