THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



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side. Men grew swarthy red in the fierce heat, 

 and the harvest beer was issued out all day long 

 in amazing quantities. We worked in the hay 

 in the mornings with the men, racing with each 

 other to turn over our lines of cocks the quickest. 

 For the afternoons we had rigged up a hammock 

 under the limes, and there we swung and read, or 

 dozed to the music made by 



" The moan of doves in immemorial elms, 

 And murmur of innumerable bees " 



in the lime-trees overhead trees which were full of 

 sound as an ^Eolian harp, from the multitudinous 

 insects which were attracted by their honey-wet 

 leaves. And then 



" By night we lingered on ths lawn, 

 For under foot the herb was dry, 

 And genial warmth ; and o'er the sky 

 The silvery haze of summer drawn ; 



And cairn that let the tapers burn 

 Unwavering ; not a cricket chirr'd, 

 The brook alone far off was heard, 



And on the board the fluttering urn ; 



And bats went round in fragrant skies. 

 And wheei'd or lit, the filmy shapes 

 That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes 



And woolly breasts and beaded eyes ; 



While now we sang old songs that pealed 

 Prom knoll to knoll, where, couched at ease 

 The white kine glimmered, and the trees 



Laid their dark arms about the field." 



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