Friends. No one else. The rest is wilderness.
But they—humane, free, idly indolent!
A love that neither promises nor swears
An oath will reunite some men
In the open air, to save themselves with air.
For words are what they want, words and a shore,
That's all: a tranquil bend
In the river's clear, pervading green.
How leisure, soul and riches
Will slip by, vagabonds across the hours!
Translated by Reginald Gibbons