On The Lake

I DRINK fresh nourishment, new blood From out this world more free; The Nature is so kind and good That to her breast clasps me! The billows toss our bark on high, And with our oars keep time, While cloudy mountains tow'rd the sky Before our progress climb. Say, mine eye, why sink'st thou down? Golden visions, are ye flown? Hence, thou dream, tho' golden-twin'd; Here, too, love and life I find. Over the waters are blinking Many a thousand fair star; Gentle mists are drinking Round the horizon afar. Round the shady creek lightly Morning zephyrs awake, And the ripen'd fruit brightly Mirrors itself in the lake.