The Dissatisfied Angler Boy Poem by Hannah Flagg Gould

The Dissatisfied Angler Boy

I'm sorry they let me go down to the brook,
I'm sorry they gave me the line and the hook,
And I wish I had staid at home with my book.
I'm sure 'twas no pleasure to see
That poor, little, harmless, suffering thing
Silently writhe at the end of the string;
Or to hold the pole, while I felt him swing
In torture, and all for me!
'Twas a beautiful, speckled and glossy trout,
And when from the water I drew him out
On the grassy bank, as he floundered about,
It made me shivering cold,
To think I had caused so much needless pain;
And I tried to relieve him, but all in vain;
Oh! never, as long as I live, again
May I such a sight behold!
O, what would I give once more to see
The brisk little swimmer alive and free,
And darting about,a s he used to be,
Unhurt, in his native brook!
'Tis strange how people can love to play
By taking innocent lives away;
I wish I had stayed at home to-day
With sister, and read my book.
'Take heed! take heed!
They will go with speed;
For I've just new-strung my bow!
My quiver is full; and if oft I pull,
Some arrow may hit, you know,
You know, you know,
Some arrow may hit, you know.'
'Oh! pull away,'
Did the maiden say,
'For who is the coward to mind
A shaft that's flung by a boy so young,
When both of his eyes are blind,
Are blind, are blind,
When both of his eyes are blind?'
His bow he drew;
And the shafts they flew,
Till the maiden was heard to cry,
'Oh! take the dart from my aching heart,
Dear Cupid, or else I die!
I die, I die,
Dear Cupid, or else I die!'
He said, and smiled,
'I am but a child,
And should have no skill to find,
Even with both my eyes, where the dart now lies;
Then you know, fair maid, I'm blind,
I'm blind, I'm blind,
You know fair maid, I'm blind!'

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