The Idlers Calendar - April - Trout Fishing by William Scawen Blunt

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The Idlers Calendar - April - Trout Fishing by William Scawen Blunt
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Lyrics
This morning, through my window, half awake I felt the south wind blow; and presently With a tumultuous thrill and then a shake The nightingale broke forth in melody I rose in haste, and looked at the grey sky And read an omen. From its corner next A book I drew, blest book, where fly on fly Are all the letters of its well--thumbed text I chose my cast, a march--brown and a dun And ran down to the river, chasing hope At the first throw a mighty trout was on A very Samson, fit to burst a rope Yet tamed by one sad hank of yielding hair And Fate, the fisherman of King and Pope Upon the grass he lies, and gasps the air Four silver pounds, sublimely fat and fair
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- Wilfrid Scawen Blunt