 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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THE ANGLER
On pool and pinewood, clearly grey,
The twilight deepened, hushed and cool;
The trout swam high in languid play;
Ring-ripples stirred the darkening pool.
The twilight deepened, hushed and cool;
The trout swam high in languid play;
Ring-ripples stirred the darkening pool.
And as I watched in pleased content,
Dim memories of bygone things
Rose softly, and through my spirit sent
A glimmering joy in trembling rings.
Dim memories of bygone things
Rose softly, and through my spirit sent
A glimmering joy in trembling rings.
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