• Along a stream that raced and ran
    Through tangled trees and over stones,
    That long had heard the pipes o' Pan
    And shared the joys that nature owns,
    I met a fellow fisherman,
    Who greeted me in cheerful tones.
    . . . .
    Foes think the bad in him they've guessed
    And prate about the wrong they scan;
    Friends that have seen him at his best
    Believe they know his every plan;
    I know him better than the rest,
    I know him as a fisherman.

    Edgar Albert Guest, “The Fisherman”