AN IDYLL OF THE BROADS
As on a river fair I sped,—My boat beneath mine oars nigh flew,—Amazed I saw a Scotsman’s headWhose form and visage well I knew.He hailed me by my name, and I,Astonied thus to see him near,My scudding craft did thither hieWith gladness, mixt withal with fear.For with immense accoutrementHe fished for fishes merrily:Elaborate, magnificent,A very king of fishers he!His line was of the best, his rodSuperb, as likewise was his float;And, scorning by his mother sod,He stood upon a varnished boat.His mien was mighty, seriousnessLit o’er his stedfast countenance;He grasped his rod with firm caress,Anxiety in every glance.His son lay by to render aidWhen salmon carried off his bait,Or whales, maybe, who nought afraidCared nothing for his sombre state.With reverence and thrilling throeI drew anear with slow approach;—Yet need I not have quivered so,For all that river held was roach!
As on a river fair I sped,—My boat beneath mine oars nigh flew,—Amazed I saw a Scotsman’s headWhose form and visage well I knew.He hailed me by my name, and I,Astonied thus to see him near,My scudding craft did thither hieWith gladness, mixt withal with fear.For with immense accoutrementHe fished for fishes merrily:Elaborate, magnificent,A very king of fishers he!His line was of the best, his rodSuperb, as likewise was his float;And, scorning by his mother sod,He stood upon a varnished boat.His mien was mighty, seriousnessLit o’er his stedfast countenance;He grasped his rod with firm caress,Anxiety in every glance.His son lay by to render aidWhen salmon carried off his bait,Or whales, maybe, who nought afraidCared nothing for his sombre state.With reverence and thrilling throeI drew anear with slow approach;—Yet need I not have quivered so,For all that river held was roach!
As on a river fair I sped,—My boat beneath mine oars nigh flew,—Amazed I saw a Scotsman’s headWhose form and visage well I knew.
As on a river fair I sped,—
My boat beneath mine oars nigh flew,—
Amazed I saw a Scotsman’s head
Whose form and visage well I knew.
He hailed me by my name, and I,Astonied thus to see him near,My scudding craft did thither hieWith gladness, mixt withal with fear.
He hailed me by my name, and I,
Astonied thus to see him near,
My scudding craft did thither hie
With gladness, mixt withal with fear.
For with immense accoutrementHe fished for fishes merrily:Elaborate, magnificent,A very king of fishers he!
For with immense accoutrement
He fished for fishes merrily:
Elaborate, magnificent,
A very king of fishers he!
His line was of the best, his rodSuperb, as likewise was his float;And, scorning by his mother sod,He stood upon a varnished boat.
His line was of the best, his rod
Superb, as likewise was his float;
And, scorning by his mother sod,
He stood upon a varnished boat.
His mien was mighty, seriousnessLit o’er his stedfast countenance;He grasped his rod with firm caress,Anxiety in every glance.
His mien was mighty, seriousness
Lit o’er his stedfast countenance;
He grasped his rod with firm caress,
Anxiety in every glance.
His son lay by to render aidWhen salmon carried off his bait,Or whales, maybe, who nought afraidCared nothing for his sombre state.
His son lay by to render aid
When salmon carried off his bait,
Or whales, maybe, who nought afraid
Cared nothing for his sombre state.
With reverence and thrilling throeI drew anear with slow approach;—Yet need I not have quivered so,For all that river held was roach!
With reverence and thrilling throe
I drew anear with slow approach;—
Yet need I not have quivered so,
For all that river held was roach!