England and Yesterday

<h2>FOR IZAAK WALTON.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Can trout allure the rod of yore</div> <div class="verse">In Itchen stream to dip?</div> <div class="verse">Or lover of her banks restore</div> <div class="verse">That sweet Socratic lip?</div> <div class="verse">Old fishing and wishing</div> <div class="verse">Are over many a year.</div> <div class="verse">O hush thee, O hush thee! heart innocent and dear.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Again the foamy shallows fill,</div> <div class="verse">The quiet clouds amass,</div> <div class="verse">And soft as bees, by Catherine Hill</div> <div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</SPAN></span>At dawn the anglers pass,</div> <div class="verse">And follow the hollow,</div> <div class="verse">In boughs to disappear.</div> <div class="verse">O hush thee, O hush thee! heart innocent and dear.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Nay, rise not now, nor with them take</div> <div class="verse">One golden-freckled fool!</div> <div class="verse">Thy sons to-day bring each an ache</div> <div class="verse">For ancient arts to cool.</div> <div class="verse">But, father, lie rather</div> <div class="verse">Unhurt and idle near:</div> <div class="verse">O hush thee, O hush thee! heart innocent and dear.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">While thought of thee to men is yet</div> <div class="verse">A sylvan playfellow,</div> <div class="verse">Ne’er by thy marble they forget</div> <div class="verse">In pious cheer to go.</div> <div class="verse">As air falls, the prayer falls</div> <div class="verse">O’er kingly Winchester:</div> <div class="verse">O hush thee, O hush thee! heart innocent and dear.</div> </div></div> </div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />