Ever seen a sailing boat?
Or your legs busy to trot?
Ever seen  a dancing cloud?
Or the heart busy in crowd?
Ever listened a whispering breeze?
Or the sense is seized?

The sailor's sailing throughout the wave
wandering lonely as a cloud to crave,
In such a jocund company:
thou sitting in withering mood?
thou saw the fluttering trees
which is the bliss of solitude