How bright the sunshine dances in its joy, O'er the still flow of this majestic river!

By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodies birds sing madrigals.

Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on, thou sweet river, Thy banks' purest stream shall be dear to me ever.

And see the rivers how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, Sometimes swift, sometimes slow,-- Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life to endless sleep!

By shallow rivers to whose falls / Melodious birds sing madrigals.

It just shows that he's sort of out of contact with reality; his thinking is unrealistic, which raises questions about his judgment, problem-solving skills and how stable he is,