Lay with his circular and dotted line
On the bright waters. When the heart of man
Is light with hope, all things are sure to please;
And soon a passage-boat swept gayly by,
Laden with peasant-girls and fruits and flowers
And many a chanticleer and partlet caged
For Vevey’s market-place—a motley group
Seen through the silvery haze. But soon ’twas gone.
The shifting sail flapped idly to and fro,
Then bore them off.