The Firm House Lingers, Though Averse To Square With The New City Street It Has To Wear A Number In. But What About The Brook That Held The House As In An Elbow-Crook? I Ask As One Who Knew The Brook, Its Strength And Impulse, Having Dipped A Finger Length And Made It Leap My Knuckle, Having Tossed A Flower To Try Its Currents Where They Crossed. The Meadow Grass Could Be Cemented Down