 | The Poet and Nature and The Morning Road |  |
THE SPECKLED TROUT.
With rod and line I took a way
That led me through the gossip trees,
Where all the forest was asway
With hurry of the running breeze.
That led me through the gossip trees,
Where all the forest was asway
With hurry of the running breeze.
I took my hat off to a flower
That nodded welcome as I passed,
And, pelted by a morning shower,
Unto its heart a bee held fast.
That nodded welcome as I passed,
And, pelted by a morning shower,
Unto its heart a bee held fast.
A head of gold one great weed tossed,
And leaned to look when I went by;
And where the brook the roadway crossed
The daisy kept on me its eye.
And leaned to look when I went by;
And where the brook the roadway crossed
The daisy kept on me its eye.
And when I stooped to bathe my face,
And seat me at a great tree's foot,
I heard the stream say, “Mark the place,
And undermine it rock and root.”
And seat me at a great tree's foot,
I heard the stream say, “Mark the place,
And undermine it rock and root.”
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And o'er the whirling water there
A dragonfly its shuttle plied,
Where wild a fern let down its hair,
And leaned to see the water's pride:
A dragonfly its shuttle plied,
Where wild a fern let down its hair,
And leaned to see the water's pride:
A speckled trout—the spotted elf,
Whom I had come so far to see,
Stretched out above a rocky shelf,
A shadow sleeping mockingly.
Whom I had come so far to see,
Stretched out above a rocky shelf,
A shadow sleeping mockingly.
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And I have sat here half the day
Regarding it. It has not stirred.
I hear the running water say:
“He does not know the magic word,
Regarding it. It has not stirred.
I hear the running water say:
“He does not know the magic word,
“The word that changes everything,
And brings all Nature to his hand;
That makes of this great trout a king,
And opes the way to Faeryland.”
And brings all Nature to his hand;
That makes of this great trout a king,
And opes the way to Faeryland.”
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