A few lines on the boy by the river,

It is so pleasant to see you boy,
Sitting restive on a greenish slope,
Through your eyes I could see
How that river shrunken flowed,
And how those bushes and shrubs,
Held white white wild flowers,nameless,
How that tree for ages stood,

like a woman with a peaceful grace,

And that few men I could see,

Pulling and rowing through sands their little boat,

Through your eyes I could see
How dreams in the afternoon air float,
How nature as a perfect refuge
Could cause one like even you,
To sit there enjoying an afternoon
Of a blissful pleasing solitude.

  (Note: on a painting by Paul Gauguin, 1888, as below)