I OLD Dick Fisherman Is happier than the squire, Wiser than the minister Sitting by his fire: Squire goes a-hunting And parson's with his books, But old Dick Fisherman Is talking to the brooks. II Old Dick Fisherman Has something in his eyes That comes out of wandering Beneath wet skies: He hasn't much money, And he hasn't fine clothes, But the world has secrets That only Dick knows. III And I'd give a pension For the brave songs he weaves, Walking in the twilight At the falling of the leaves: And I'd give another For what Dick sees In the bracken and the heather And the tall, grey trees. IV Brown pools of Paradise Beyond the last star, Where the Lord makes provision For all sorts that are— And it's there, if I'm worthy, That I shall hear again Old Dick Fisherman Singing in the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |