SELECTED POETRY.

Cromwell Argus, Volume V, Issue 233, 28 April 1874, Page 7

SELECTED POETRY.

, , FISHING. ’ [by george a. barker.] H Harry, where have you been all morning ?” * “ Down by the pool in the meadow brook. , Fishing ?” P Yes. but the. trout were wary-. | Oobld noPjuiducelpfem to\iake a fipbk.” b * holcJat ybur_coat'l v Yoh'aauat have » fallen, I Your brck’s all cpv'ered with leaves and moss. ,E .ow he laughs, good-natured fellow ! | Bad luck fishing makes most men cross.” , I Nelly, the Wrights have called—where were’ you ?” j “ Under the trees by the meadow brook, Reading, you know, find it was too lovely '; • I never saw Siichach arming book.’! J ** 'The charming book has pleased her greatly ; There’s happy light in her sweet blue eyes ; And she hugs the cat in the most fervid fashion, To staid old Tabby’s intense surprise. Reading ? Well, yes, but not from a novel. i Fishing ? Truly, but not with a rod. The line is idle, the book neglected ; The water-grasses whisper and nod. The sportsman bold and the earnest student iTalk softly of—what ? Perhaps the weather : Perhaps—no matter ; whatever the subject, It certainly brings them close together. It causes their words to be softly spoken, With many a lingering pause between ; The while the shadows chase the sunbeams Over the mosses grey and green. Blushes are’needful to its discussion, And soft shy glances from downcast eyes, In whose blue depths are lying hidden Loving gladness and sweet surprise. Trinity chapel is gay this evening, Bright with beauty, flowers, and light ; A full-dressed fisherman stands at the chancel, With. Nelly beside him all in white. The ring is on, the vows are spoken, And smiling friends, good fortune wishing, Tell him his is the fairest prize Ever brought from a morning’s fishing.