The sound of bank and water is all I hear, <br />The sad resignation of a weeping spring <br />Or a rock that hourly sheds a tear, <br />And the birch leaves' vague quivering. <br /> <br />I do not see the river bear the boat along <br />The flowering shore flits past, and I remain; <br />And in the watery depths that I skim, <br />The reflected blue sky flutters like a curtain. <br /> <br />Meandering in their sleep, you might say the waters <br />Waver, no longer sure where the bank lies: <br />And the flower thrown in hesitates to choose. <br />And like this flower, all that man desires <br />Can settle on the river of my life, <br />Without teaching me which way my wishes lie.<br /><br />Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-water/
