SWEET Avon glides where clinging rushes seem br To stay his course, and, in his flattering glass, br Meadows and hills and mellow woodlands pass, br A fairer world as imaged in a dream. br And sometimes, in a visionary gleam, br From out the secret covert's tangled mass, br The fisher-bird starts from the rustling grass, br A jewelled shuttle shot along the stream. br br Even here, methinks, when moon-lapped shallows smiled br Round isles no bigger than a baby cot, br Titania found a glowworm-lighted child, br Led far astray, and, with anointing hand br Sprinkling clear dew from a forget-me-not, br Hailed him the Laureate of her Fairyland.