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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream Of Sunshine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways<br>Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--<br>The grassy fields, the leafy woods, the banks where I can lie<br>And listen to the music of the brook that flutters by,<br>Or, by the pond out yonder, hear the redwing blackbird's call<br>Where he makes believe he has a nest, but hasn't one at all;<br>And by my side should be a friend--a trusty, genial friend,<br>With plenteous store of tales galore and natural leaf to lend;<br>Oh, how I pine and hanker for the gracious boon of spring--<br>For _then_ I'm going a-fishing with John Lyle King!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How like to pigmies will appear creation, as we float<br>Upon the bosom of the tide in a three-by-thirteen boat--<br>Forgotten all vexations and all vanities shall be,<br>As we cast our cares to windward and our anchor to the lee;<br>Anon the minnow-bucket will emit batrachian sobs,<br>And the devil's darning-needles shall come wooing of our bobs;<br>The sun shall kiss our noses and the breezes toss our hair<br>(This latter metaphoric--we've no fimbriae to spare!);<br>And I--transported by the bliss--shan't do a plaguey thing<br>But cut the bait and string the fish for John Lyle King!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, if I angle, it will be for bullheads and the like,<br>While he shall fish for gamey bass, for pickerel, and for pike;<br>I really do not care a rap for all the fish that swim--<br>But it's worth the wealth of Indies just to be along with him<br>In grassy fields, in leafy woods, beside the water-brooks,<br>And hear him tell of things he's seen or read of in his books--<br>To hear the sweet philosophy that trickles in and out<br>The while he is discoursing of the things we talk about;<br>A fountain-head refreshing--a clear, perennial spring<br>Is the genial conversation of John Lyle King!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should varying winds or shifting tides redound to our despite--<br>In other words, should we return all bootless home at night,<br>I'd back him up in anything he had a mind to say<br>Of mighty bass he'd left behind or lost upon the way;<br>I'd nod assent to every yarn involving piscine game--<br>I'd cross my heart and make my affidavit to the same;<br>For what is friendship but a scheme to help a fellow out--<br>And what a paltry fish or two to make such bones about!<br>Nay, Sentiment a mantle of sweet charity would fling<br>O'er perjuries committed for John Lyle King.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night, when as the camp-fire cast a ruddy, genial flame,<br>He'd bring his tuneful fiddle out and play upon the same;<br>No diabolic engine this--no instrument of sin--<br>No relative at all to that lewd toy, the violin!<br>But a godly hoosier fiddle--a quaint archaic thing<br>Full of all the proper melodies our grandmas used to sing;<br>With 'Bonnie Doon,' and 'Nellie Gray,' and 'Sitting on the Stile,'<br>'The Heart Bowed Down,' the 'White Cockade,' and 'Charming Annie Lisle'<br>Our hearts would echo and the sombre empyrean ring<br>Beneath the wizard sorcery of John Lyle King.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The subsequent proceedings should interest me no more--<br>Wrapped in a woolen blanket should I calmly dream and snore;<br>The finny game that swims by day is my supreme delight--<br>And _not_ the scaly game that flies in darkness of the night!<br>Let those who are so minded pursue this latter game<br>But not repine if they should lose a boodle in the same;<br>For an example to you all one paragon should serve--<br>He towers a very monument to valor and to nerve;<br>No bob-tail flush, no nine-spot high, no measly pair can wring<br>A groan of desperation from John Lyle King!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A truce to badinage--I hope far distant is the day<br>When from these scenes terrestrial our friend shall pass away!<br>We like to hear his cheery voice uplifted in the land,<br>To see his calm, benignant face, to grasp his honest hand;<br>We like him for his learning, his sincerity, his truth,<br>His gallantry to woman and his kindliness to youth,<br>For the lenience of his nature, for the vigor of his mind,<br>For the fulness of that charity he bears to all mankind--<br>That's why we folks who know him best so reverently cling<br>(And that is why I pen these lines) to John Lyle King.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now adieu, a fond adieu to thee, O muse of rhyme--<br>I do remand thee to the shades until that happier time<br>When fields are green, and posies gay are budding everywhere,<br>And there's a smell of clover bloom upon the vernal air;<br>When by the pond out yonder the redwing blackbird calls,<br>And distant hills are wed to Spring in veils of water-falls;<br>When from his aqueous element the famished pickerel springs<br>Two hundred feet into the air for butterflies and things--<br>_Then_ come again, O gracious muse, and teach me how to sing<br>The glory of a fishing cruise with John Lyle King!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--
The grassy fields, the leafy woods, the banks where I can lie
And listen to the music of the brook that flutters by,
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