????? ??? ????? ????? (Greek - Poems and Prose Remains, Vol II)

Upon the water, in the boat,     I sit and sketch as down I float:     The stream is wide, the view is fair,     I sketch it looking backward there.     The stream is strong, and as I sit     And view the picture that we quit,     It flows and flows, and bears the boat,     And I sit sketching as we float.     Each pointed height, each wavy line,     To new and other forms combine;     Proportions vary, colours fade,     And all the landscape is remade.     Depicted neither far nor near,     And larger there and smaller here,     And varying down from old to new,     Een I can hardly think it true.     Yet still I look, and still I sit,     Adjusting, shaping, altering it;     And still the current bears the boat     And me, still sketching as I float.     Still as I sit, with something new     The foreground intercepts my view;     Even the distant mountain range     From the first moment suffers change.