Nathaniel Parker Willis,
The Poets and Poetry of America…
(1842)
“ The shade of the wood, and the sheen of the river, The cloud, and the open sky— He will haunt them all with his subtle quiver, Like the light of your very eye. The fisher hangs over the leaning boat, And ponders the silver sea, For Love is under the surface hid, And a spell of thought has he. ”
