Whither?

Whither? by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A speaker follows a clear brook down into a valley with a pilgrim's staff, unsure what prompted the journey or where it leads. The speaker imagines water-nymphs singing in its murmur and closes by declaring that mill wheels turn in every clear brook.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Nature Poetry · 212 words

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I heard a brooklet gushing / From its rocky fountain near, / Down into the valley rushing, / So fresh and wondrous clear.

I know not what came o'er me, / Nor who the counsel gave; / But I must hasten downward, / All with my pilgrim-stave;

Downward, and ever farther, / And ever the brook beside; / And ever fresher murmured, / And ever clearer, the tide.

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brooks · wandering · water-nymphs · mills

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