To a Trout of the Brook
by Peter Pindar Why flyest thou away with fear? Trust me there’s nought of danger near; I have no wicked hooke, All covered with a snaring bait, Alas! to tempt thee to thy fate, And drag thee from thy brook. Oh, harmless tenant of the flood, I do not wish to spill thy blood; For nature unto thee Perchance hath given a tender wife, And children dear, to charm thy life, As she...
by John Montague for Barrie Cooke Flat on the bank I parted Rushes to ease my hands In the water without a ripple And tilt them slowly downstream To where he lay, tendril-light, In his fluid sensual dream. Bodiless lord of creation, I hung briefly above him Savouring my own absence, Senses expanding in the slow Motion, the photographic calm That grows before action. As...