In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 Twelve Sonnets and an Epilogue, By T. Westwood |
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LEA AND DOVE. |
 | In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 |  |
LEA AND DOVE.
Two rivers, more than most, we Anglers love—Not Thames, not Severn, though Thames, smiling, lies,
Lapped in a sylvan-sweet, soft paradise
Of tender turf, trim garden, bowery grove—
And Severn rolls a fertile flood that fills
Its brimming pools, and in each eddy hides
The royal salmon, with its silver sides,
And surging, “makes a silence in the hills.”
Great streams! and such we honour, but more dear—
Dowered with immortal memories of old days,
Old Anglers haunting the familiar ways,
Their footprints on the sod, by lock and weir,—
Are rivers twain, that most of all we love,
The sedgy, soughing Lea, the cooing Dove.
| In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 | |