In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 Twelve Sonnets and an Epilogue, By T. Westwood |
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TO THOMAS SATCHELL. |
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 | In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 |  |
TO THOMAS SATCHELL.
Friend, fellow-worker in a field where FameGrows scanty laurels—resolute and gay,
You bore the heat and burden of the day—
Friend, did you miss me, when the twilight came?
I stole away—forsook you, without shame—
Slipped shoes of swiftness on, and flew to see
Each home and haunt of old felicity,
The Lea, the Dove, the Fishing House—what blame?
E'en ‘Totnam Hill’ and Broxbourne's bowery leas.
Long pilgrimage! long as from Age to Youth—
Now glad, now sad, now changed and now the same,
Those cherished scenes of holiday and ease.
Friend, here am I! and not to come, in sooth,
Quite empty-handed back, I bring you .. these.
| In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 | |