Full text of "New Poems And Variant Readings"
142 STEVENSON'S POEMS Here once his line an impious Lybian threw ; And as with tremulous reed his prey he drew, Straight, the light failed him. He groped, nor found the prey that he had ta'en. Now as a warning to the fisher clan Beside the lake he sits, a beggarman. Thou, then, while still thine innocence is pure, Flee swiftly, nor presume to set thy lure ; Respect these fishesrfor their friends are great; And in the waters empty all thy bait