One mor n ing, when spring was in her lor: A innrn t" a poet irWnny, All tiutfti in difltrrtn ptaki ud - Mis Bcuk .tnd 1 went afhing ; I in my ronyii and e;isy cl' With my t;tcc al the suushiuc's mercy; She wilh her hut tijijcil d" n to hri And lier nos tippcd - vise versa , I witli my rod, my reel and my hook. And a íiamper íor lunching recettes ; Slic with the buit of her onAnd the sein ol her Lolicn trcss. So we at down on the same sunny dike, V b( re Ihe whiu pond-lilie Icrlrr. Aiul 1 went ti tishinji, like quimil ld ïkc. And she likc simni 1 All the noon I lay in the lifht of her And lu -ti.iiU watched and wuitcd . But the rili wrrc cunning and rould not risc. And the liaitcr ulone wmM bwitcd. An.l, whf (Icparture came, ndcr ; Iï ut I "ked her gni ¦nider.