" I NEVZK wander where the borderiug reeds 

 O'erlook the muddy stream, whose tangling w«ed« 

 Perplex the fisher; I, nor choose to bear 

 The thievish nightly net, nor barbed spear; 

 Nor drain I ponds, the golden Carp to tako, 

 Nor trowle for Pikes, dispeoplers of the lake. 

 Around the steel no tortured worm shall twine, 

 No blood of living insect stains my line ; 

 het me, less cruel, cast the feathered hook. 

 With pliant rod, athwart the pebbled brook, 

 Silent along the mazy margin stray. 

 And with the tur-wrought fly delude the prey." 

 Qat. 



