The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse-s silent tide,
When, -scaped from literary cares,
I wander-d on his side.
My spaniel, prettiest of his race,
And high in pedigree
(Two nymphs adorn-d with every grace
That spaniel found for me),
Now wanton-d lost in flags and reeds,
Now starting into sight,
Pursued the swallow o-er the meads
With scarce a slower flight.
It was the time when Ouse display-d
His lilies newly blown;
Their beauties I intent survey-d,
And one I wish-d my own.
With cane extended far I sought
To steer it close to land;
But still the prize, though nearly caught,
Escaped my eager hand.
Beau mark-d my unsuccessful pains
With fix-d considerate face,
And puzzling set his puppy brains
To comprehend the case.
But with a cherup clear and strong
Dispersing all his dream,
I thence withdrew, and follow-d long
The windings of the stream.
My ramble ended, I return-d;
Beau, trotting far before,
The floating wreath again discern-d,
And plunging, left the shore.
I saw him with that lily cropp-d
Impatient swim to meet
My quick approach, and soon he dropp-d
The treasure at my feet.
Charm-d with the sight, the world, I cried,
Shall hear of this thy deed:
My dog shall mortify the pride
Of man-s superior breed:
But chief myself I will enjoin,
Awake at duty-s call,
To show a love as prompt as thine
To Him who gives me all.