LEISTERING SALMON. 103 



It is the leisterer's cry ! 



The salmon, ho ! oho ! 

 Along its wake the torches break, 



And waver to and fro. 



Wildly the eager band 



Closes its fatal numbers ; 

 Across its glistering sand 



The wizard water slumbers. 

 It is the leisterer's cry ! 



The salmon, ho ! oho ! 

 And, lightning like, the white prongs strike 



The jaded fish below. 



Rises the cheering shout, 



Over the rapid slaughter ; 

 The gleaming torches flout 



The old, oak-shadow'd water. 

 It is the leisterer's cry ! 



The salmon, ho ! oho ! 

 Calmly it lies, and gasps and dies, 



Upon the moss bank low ! 



