The time—a glorious summer afternoon.
The place—somewhere along the Palisades.
Rocks here and there; some trees and many bushes.
A youthful artist, seated on a rock,
With great strokes paints the sun-illumined Hudson.
A fair young woman enters on the scene,
Absorbed in picking many kinds of flowers.
The youthful artist, catching sight of her,
Stands up and drops his palette and his brushes.
And when she sees the youth she drops the flowers.