The river, too, in which to-day
We fished, through forests wends its way,
And many (if you so desire)
Can show you where our worthy friar
In vain his basket tried to fill,
Not from the want of fish but skill;
Which place since then has haunted been;
For oft on dusky nights is seen
A fisherman, who strives in vain
Advantage o'er a fish to gain,