text:  But when I reach'd a winding of the stream By hazels overarch'd whose swollen nuts Hung in rich clusters from his marginal bank Of yellow sand ribb'd by receding waves I scared the ousel that like elfin sprite Amid the water-lilies lithe and green Zig-zagg'd from stone to stone; and turning round The sudden jut reveal'd before me stood Silent within that solitary place-- In that green solitude so calm and deep-- An aged angler plying wistfully Amid o'erhanging banks and shelvy rocks Far from the bustle and the din of men His sinless pastime