WHILE flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, <br />Shall live the name of Walton: Sage benign! <br />Whose pen, the mysteries of the rod and line <br />Unfolding, did not fruitlessly exhort <br />To reverend watching of each still report <br />That Nature utters from her rural shrine. <br />Meek, nobly versed in simple discipline, <br />He found the longest summer day too short, <br />To his loved pastime given by sedgy Lee, <br />Or down the tempting maze of Shawford brook-- <br />Fairer than life itself, in this sweet Book, <br />The cowslip-bank and shady willow-tree; <br />And the fresh meads--where flowed, from every nook <br />Of his full bosom, gladsome Piety!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-upon-a-blank-leaf-in/
