In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 Twelve Sonnets and an Epilogue, By T. Westwood |
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BROXBOURNE—A PASTORAL. |
 | In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 |  |
BROXBOURNE—A PASTORAL.
Here Izaak fished, a favourite ‘swim,’ no doubt;The river, edged with sallows, murmurs low
Its rippling reverie of the long ago,
And winds, thro' reedy reaches, in and out.
Beneath yon ‘honeysuckle hedge,’ be sure
Piscator sat, discoursing. Hush! draw near—
“Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,” I hear—
And Echo takes it up, serene and pure.
See, the great ‘logger-headed chub’ come out;
The trout flits by, a shadow, and, in bands,
The little gudgeons skim the silver sands,
Unawed by Izaak's rod—a revel rout.
While Maudlin, through the meadows, within hail,
Trips to the music of her milking pail.
| In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 | |