text:  Even yet I feel around my heart the flush Of that calm windless morning glorified With summer sunshine brilliant and intense! A tiny boy scarcely ten summers old Along blue Esk under the whispering trees And by the crumbling banks daisy-o'ergrown A cloudless livelong day I trode with one Whose soul was in his pastime and whose skill Upon its shores that day no equal saw:-- O'er my small shoulders was the wicker creel Slung proudly and the net whose meshes held The minnow from the shallows deftly raised