""On the Lake"
And fresh nourishment, new blood
I suck from a world so free;
Nature, how gracious and how good,
Her breast she gives to me.
The ripples buoying up to our boat
Keep rhythm to the oars,
And mountains up to heaven float
In cloud to meet our course.
Eyes, my eyes, why abject now?
Golden dreams, are you returning?
Dream, though gold, away with you:
Life is here and loving too.
Over the ripples twinkling
Star on hovering star,
Soft mists drink the circled
Towering world afar;