Poetry of Kansas

The Angler.

THE sun looks down on many a stream,
    The stream beholds but one bright sun,
And in a fair reflected beam
    It sparkles till the day is done.
I know beneath that limpid tide,
    In those cool depths, far out of sight,
Uncounted trout and bass abide
    I know, and yet they never bite.
I know this is as fair a spot
    As ever human heart could wish,
And yet the other side, I wot,
    Looks like a better place to fish.
I've said that failure is a crime,
    A culpable, excuseless thing,
And yet I know that I must climb
    The hill path with an empty string.
I know that truth's a jewel bright,
    I know it and I heave a sigh,
To think that I'll go home to-night
    And tell a great, unholy lie.

__Albert Bigelow Paine.

Rhymes by Two Friends
Albert Bigelow Paine & William Allen White
(Fort Scott: M. L. Izor and Son. 1893)
Pages 74-75
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October 25, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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