Oft trac’d with patient steps thy fairy banks, 90
With the well-imitated fly to hook
The eager trout, and with the slender line
And yielding rod sollicite to the shore
The struggling panting prey; while vernal clouds
And tepid gales obscur’d the ruffled pool, 95
And from the deeps call’d forth the wanton swarms.
Form’d on the Samian school, or those of Ind,
There are who think these pastimes scarce humane.
Yet in my mind (and not relentless I)