O ENGLISH GIRL BY AUSTIN DOBSON To you I sing, whom towns immure, And you, O Sad, who still endure But most to you with eyelids pure, To you I sing! THE TRENT MICHAEL DRAYTON (1563-1631) NEAR to the silver Trent Sirena dwelleth, She to whom nature lent All that excelleth ; By which the Muses late, And the neat Graces, Have for their greater state Twisting an anadem, Wherewith to crown her, As it belonged to them Most to renown her. CHORUS. On thy bank Let thy swans sing her, And with their music Along let them bring her. Oft have I seen the sun, Fix himself at his noon And hath gilt every grove, With his flames from above, And when she from his sight He, as it had been night, In clouds hath mournéd. The verdant meads are seen, When she doth view them, In fresh and gallant green And Strait to renew them, every little grass Broad itself spreadeth, Proud that this bonny lass Upon it treadeth : Nor flower is so sweet But it In this large cincture, upon her feet Leaveth some tincture. Fair Dove and Darwent clear, Boast ye your beauties, To Trent your mistress here My love was higher born Towards the full fountains, Yet she doth moorland scorn And the Peak mountains; Nor would she none should dream Humble as is the stream Which by her slideth. Yet my poor rustic Muse, Nor the means I can use, Many a long winter's night Yet this my piteous plight All thy sands, silver Trent, The sighs that I have spent Never can number. CHORUS. On thy bank In a rank Let thy swans sing her, And with their music Along let them bring her. A To me the opportunity for fishing came early, and the passion for it awoke suddenly. I remember very well being seized with the desire to fish. I was about seven years old, and was riding on a Shetland pony by the side of a very small burn. mill was working higher up the stream, and the water was full of life and agitation, caused by the opening of the sluice of the mill pond above. I had seen small trout caught in the burn before, but now, for the first time and suddenly, came an overpowering desire to fish, which gave no rest till some very primitive tackle was given me. With this and some worms, many afternoons were spent in vain. The impulse to see the trout destroyed all chance of success. It did not suit me to believe that it was fatal to look into the water before dropping a worm over the bank, or that I could not see the trout first and catch them afterwards, and I preferred to learn by experience and disappointment rather than by the short, but unconvincing, method of believing what I was told. Very wonderful is the perspective of childhood, which can make a small burn seem greater than rivers in after life. There was one burn which I knew intimately from its source to the sea. Much of the upper part was wooded, and it was stony and shallow, till within two miles of its mouth. Here there was for a child another world. There were no trees, the bottom of the burn was of mud or sand, and the channel was full of rustling reeds, with open pools of some depth at intervals. These pools had a fascination for me, there was something about them which kept me excited with expectation of great events, as I lay behind the reeds, peering through them, and watching the line intently. The result of much waiting was generally an eel, or a small flat fish up from the sea; or now and then a small trout, but never for many years one of the monsters which I was sure must inhabit such mysterious pools. At last one evening something heavy really did take the worm. The fish kept deep, played round and round the pool and could not be seen, but I remember shouting to a companion at a little distance, that I had hooked a trout of one pound, and being conscious from the tone of his reply that he didn't in the least believe me, for a trout of one pound was in those days our very utmost limit of legitimate expectation. There was a mill pond higher up in which such a weight had been attained, and we who fished the burn could talk of trout of that size, and yet feel that we were speaking like anglers of this world. this fish turned out to be heavier even than one pound, and when at last he came up from the depth into my view, I felt that the great moment had come which was to make or mar my happiness for ever. I got into the shallow water below the fish, and after great anxieties secured with the help U But |