COME to the river-bank with me; <br />For there are plumed ferns of crescent green, <br />And in the wine-dark pools are seen <br />The crimson-spotted trout. <br />Hush! hush! move through the brake most silently, <br />Vex with no loud unhallow'd shout <br />The holy secrecy of this sweet glade, <br />And you shall see <br />The dipper rush with sudden flash, and fade <br />Into the woodland screen; <br />Nor shall you by your presence make afraid <br />The kingfisher, who looks down dreamily <br />At his own shadow gorgeously array'd.<br /><br />Edmund William Gosse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-invitation-10/
