I chatter, chatter as I flow to join the brimming river. For men may come and men may go, but I go on forever. I wind about and in and out with here a blossom sailing, and here and there a lusty trout, and here and there a grayling, and here and there a foamy flake upon me. As I travel with many a silver water break above the golden gravel and draw them all along and flow to join the brimming river