THE ANGLER'S WISH. I IN these flowery meads would be; These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise, I with my angle would rejoice; Or on that bank feel the west wind Here, hear my Kenna sing a song; There, see a blackbird feed her young, THE ANf.I.ERS WISH. Or a laverock build her nest: Here, give my weary spirits rest, And raise my low-pitched thoughts above Earth, or what poor mortals love: Thus, free from law-suits and the noise Of princes' courts, I would rejoice. Or, with my Bryan and a book, Loiter long days near Shawford brook; There sit by him, and eat my meat, There see the sun both rise and set, There bid good morning to next day, There meditate my time away, Izaak Walton. |