S. W. Partridge, Our English months, Londres, S.W. Partridge, 1862, p. 113.
The stream are all live.
Look down a moment from this rustic bridge,
That, crazy, strives to span the crumbling banks,
Into the pool below. The gurgling stream
Is dim with dancing life : the speckled triut,
Ringing the pool, leaps up, to seize his prey,
That dips above him. In you darksome nook,
What hosts of curious tiny whirligigs
Are sporting on the surface ! Dowm below,
The caddis –worm (the angler’s favourite bait)
Drags his strange shelly castle after him ;
The water-boatman, with legs for oars,