March, which summons all Nature to dispel her 

 gloomy vapours, warns the Fisher also to awake, 

 prepare his snares, his flies and rods, call into 

 action all the plans laid down in dreary Winter, 

 for the coming Spring ; his cunning now he can 

 in practice prove. Mark ! how the Trout looks 

 forth with eager eye for the first dainty Fly that 

 tempts him. Still he's wary ; for 'tis only when 

 the sun peeps out, or a soft west wind comes 

 stealing on, that he's alert ; it lasts not, but 

 passes on, and leaves a thrilling chill behind. 



Now must the Angler use his utmost art. 

 The Fly has little colour, it scarce indeed 

 exists, and then its action is but weak ; so when 

 you've ascertained its form and tint, let it drop 

 lightly on the water, and draw it softly across 



