|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
"Beneath the blue waters whoever shall see
The place so lofty and bright, Of the Fen King so fierce, and his lady so free, It is certain through ages to come he shall be
Renown'd for his goodness of sight".
TO AN ANGLER.
At setting eve, and rising morn,
With soul that e'er shall love thee ; I'll watch thy wanderings by the stream,
With all that can improve thee. I'll visit oft the berkin bush,
Where first thou kindly told me Sweet tales of love, and hid thy blush
Whilst round those didst unfold me.
To all your haunts I will repair,
By streamlet, shade, or fountain, Or where the summer day I'd share,
With thee upon yon mountain ; Or shall I tell to streams and rills
From thoughts unfeigned and tender, By vows your mine—you've caught a heart—
A heart which ne'er can wander.