Fifteen years earlier, according a note accompanying her poem: “These lines were written on the spur of the moment at the famous pool midway between Martin’s and Bartlett’s on the Saranac River- Adirondacks-as Mr. Lamberton ‘with split bamboo and a fly or two’ whipped the water.” Her husband was Alexander B. Lamberton of Rochester. The poem is frequently seen today on internet sites for fly-casting clubs today across the United States.
Trout Fishing by Mrs. Eunice B Lamberton
Give me a rod of the split bamboo, a rainy day and a fly or two, a mountain stream where the eddies play, and mists hang low o’er the winding way.
Give me a haunt by the furling brook, a hidden spot in a mossy nook, no sound save hum of the drowsy bee, or lone bird’s tap on the hollow tree.
The world may roll with its busy throng, and phantom scenes on it’s way along, its stocks may rise, or it’s stocks may fall, ah! what care I for its baubles all?
I cast my fly o’er the troubled rill, luring the beauties by magic skill, with mind at rest and a heart at ease, and drink delight at the balmy breeze.
A lusty trout to my glad surprise, speckled and bright on the crest arise, then splash and plunge in a dazzling whirl, hope springs anew as the wavelets curl.
Gracefully swinging from left to right, action so gentle-motion so slight.
Tempting, enticing, on craft intent, till yielding tip by the game is bent.
Drawing in slowly, then letting go, under the ripples where mosses grow.
Doubting my fortune, lost in a dream, blessing the land of forest and stream.
– Rochester, N.Y. , December 15, 1873