Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ANGLER, by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER Poet's Biography First Line: When saucy celia came my way Last Line: "for I shall kill to-morrow." Alternate Author Name(s): Sigerson, Dora; Shorter, Mrs. Clement Subject(s): Fish & Fishing | ||||||||
WHEN saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since she the fish befriended. Across my eyes her tangled locks She bound with childish laughter, "Here is the shadow, sir," said she; "Now, who doth follow after?" "'Tis saucy Celia, she," quoth I, "Who comes all uninvited; And with much noisy merriment Hath all my fish affrighted!" "Not so." She pointed to the stream, Where peeped her sweet reflection; "If you would fish, good sir, behold, There's fishing in perfection." I smiled upon her winsome face And pulled the tresses straying. "Nay, child," I said, "the baby fish Are never worth the slaying." Quick from my hand the lock she tore, Her face was sore offended; "Farewell," she said, "thou foolish youth, Our friendship is all ended. "If thou my hand should seek to claim I'll leave thee lone in sorrow; What thou to-day may'st cast aside, Thou may'st desire to-morrow." She stood apart, the little maid, Because I did offend her; And there bound up her golden locks, With hands all white and slender. When Celia thus bound up her hair, I gazed in awe and wonder, And chid my foolish heart the while To think it e'er had shunned her. The dainty face with its disdain, The tearful eye averted, The lips that trembled on their speech By all their mirth deserted. Till Celia first bound up her hair In one gold coil above her, I did not know so sweet a shape Was hidden 'neath its cover. So proudly poised the little head, On dimpled neck and shoulder, The timid touch of womanhood All sudden seemed to hold her. "Sweet maid," I crieda fear awoke! "Oh, give me no refusing; Let down thy silken locks and be The Celia I am losing. "Come, thou shalt woo the silly fish" To her my rod I tended, "And oh, have pity on thy catch, Ere their brief life be ended." 'Twas saucy Celia smiled on me, All banished was her sorrow: "To-day I'll loose the silly fish, For I shall kill to-morrow." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN THE GREAT BLACK HERON by DENISE LEVERTOV ISLA MUJERES by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL TWO PICTURES OF A LEAF by MARVIN BELL OF FISH AND FISHERMEN by JOHN CIARDI THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER |
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