“In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams”
From “The Stolen Child’
“And when the white moths were on the wind
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.”
From “The Song of Wandering Aengus”
“I’ve stood as I were made of stone
And seen the rubbish run about,
It’s certain there are trout somewhere
And maybe I shall take a trout
If but I do not seem to care.”
From “The Three Beggars”
“I choose upstanding men
That climb the streams until
The fountain leap, and at dawn
Drop their cast at the side
Of dripping stone”
“To young upstanding men
Climbing the mountain side
That under bursting dawn
They may drop a fly”
From “The Tower”
I hope soon to seek slumbering trout and give them unquiet dreams.
Matt
