Byron's Pool is named after the poet who is reputed to have swum there. His homesick poem of 1912 evokes the river:
- Oh! there the chestnuts, summer through,
- Beside the river make for you
- A tunnel of green gloom, and sleep
- Deeply above; and green and deep
- The stream mysterious glides beneath,
- Green as a dream and deep as death.
- To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten
- Unforgettable, unforgotten
- River-smell, and hear the breeze
- Sobbing in the little trees.
- Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand
- Still guardians of that holy land?
- The chestnuts shade, in reverend dream,
- The yet unacademic stream?
Obviously care has to be taken - there were lots of nettles, open water and a weir!
I love these little treasure troves in Cambridge - it felt like we were miles from anywhere (although there was some traffic noise from the M11).