Deep in Hugo's "Ninety-Three."
And it also happened, strangely,
That a student, fishing near,
Wandering down the brooklet's border,
Chanced to wander idly here;
And with stealthy step approaching,
Noiselessly, for trout are shy,
There he softly o'er the edges
Dropped his most successful fly.
Ah, a bite! With eager haste, he
Drew it up with sudden fling;
Then a maiden's voice rose wildly,
"O, my head! You horrid thing!"
And she came, with tears and blushes,
Forth from out the grotto there,
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