SPRINGTIME IS COME 



Now, when the first foul torrent of the brooks, 

 Swell'd with the vernal rains, is ebb'd away, 

 And, whitening, down their mossy-tinctured stream 

 Descends the billowy foam; now is the time 

 To tempt the trout. The well-dissembled fly, 

 The rod fine-tapering with elastic spring, 

 Snatch'd from the hoary steed the floating line, 

 And all thy slender watery stores prepare! 



THOMSON'S Seasons 



