Scene I.

The time--a glorious summer afternoon. The place--somewhere along the Palisades. Rocks here and there; some trees and many bushes.

A youthful artist, seated on a rock, With great strokes paints the sun-illumined Hudson.

A fair young woman enters on the scene, Absorbed in picking many kinds of flowers.

The youthful artist, catching sight of her, Stands up and drops his palette and his brushes. And when she sees the youth she drops the flowers.

They stand in silence looking at each other. He then approaches her to raise her flowers-- And then she smiles, and he says foolish things, Deliciously absurd and foolish things.

The insects are abuzzing, and the leaves-- The foliage of the bushes and the trees Are whispering--are gossiping in whispers.

He takes her by the hand and kisses her, He kisses her and takes her in his arms, And carries her behind a clump of bushes.