One day I do hope to sit by the river side
Observing the sound the canals vomits
With the water o’er flowing even to my mind
One day I do hope to draw
The pictures of grasses in solitude
At the banks of the river.
One day I hope to carve the soul of man
Behind the footprints that life brings
With melancholy will I mould
The stools of my visits
One day do I hope to breathe down peers
Seek my abode at that nest
That nature’s rhythm solely brings
One day do I hope to lay me down my head
At the shores beyond the river.