NET WINGS. 07 



By its hooked claws firmly anchored ; 

 Then the back splits open lengthwise, 

 And the perfect fly emerges, 

 Flying softly o'er the streamlet, 

 To become the prey of fishes. 

 Seeing this, tJie wily angler 

 Makes an imitation Stonefly, 

 Wliich, the fatal hook concealing, 

 Is appended to the horsehair, 

 And dropped softly on the surface 

 Of the bright and dimpled river. 

 And there, scarce a moment floating, 

 Tempts the lurking trout or grayhng 

 Irresistibly to seize it. 



But I've talked into the hay field, 

 "Wliere the cliildren all are playing ; 

 So we'll have no more of Stoneflies, 

 But a game of hay field romping. 



