they know me as their son

here the blue river

robert spencer flowing water

and these the fields

over whose flowers i chased the butterfly

where overhead the ancient crows

hold their conversation in the sky

berthe morrisot grain field

these are the same, but i am not the same

these trees and stones are audible to me

these idle flowers, that tremble in the wind

the wind that rustles down the well-known forest road

the stream, the trees, the grass, the sighing wind

they know me as their son

arthur wesley dow at evening

text comprised of reassembled elements of ralph waldo emerson's "the river"