O my friend

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.

Act now

A thousand unknown plants

One

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy.

Two

I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

Three

I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me.

Four

Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full.