Envoy. Deil take the dirty, trading loon Wad gar the water ca' his wheel, And drift his dyes and poisons doun By fair Tweed-side at Ashiestiel ! LVI THE LAST CHANCE Within the streams, Pausanias saith, The spectral fishes come and go; And grant that in the shades below My ghost may land the ghosts of fish. "Grass of Parnassus." "Grass of Parnassus. LVII APRIL ON TWEED As birds are fain to build their nest So longing wakens in my breast A month before the May, When now the wind is from the West, The snow lies yet on Eildon Hill, If melting snows the waters fill, Below the branches brown and bare, Beneath the primrose lea, The trout lies waiting for his fare, A hungry trout is he; He's hooked, and springs and splashes there Like salmon from the sea. Oh, April tide's a pleasant tide, However times may fall, And sweet to welcome Spring, the Bride, You hear the mavis call; But all adown the water-side The Spring's most fair of all. LVIII From THE BALLADE OF THE REAL AND IDEAL O visions of salmon tremendous, Of trout of unusual weight, Of waters that wander as Ken does, Ye come through the Ivory Gate! But the skies that bring never a "spate," Fair dreams of things golden and great, "Books and Bookmen." "Rhymes à la Mode." LIX THE LAST CAST The Angler's Apology Just one cast more! how many a year I've sighed, reeled up, and dreamed my dream. Dreamed of the sport since April first, Her hands fulfilled of flowers and snow, Where Ettrick and where Teviot flow. Dreamed of the singing showers that break, Dreamed of the kind propitious sky O'er Ari Innes brooding grey ; The sea trout, rushing at the fly, Breaks the black wave with sudden spray ! Brief are man's days at best; perchance The castled palaces of France Shine on the Loire in summer green. |