Le Petite Bateau

After reading excerpts from my travel journal, a friend of mine wrote me and compared my journey to the imagery of a classical French poem he recalled.

The poem featured an allusion to a small boat that gets free from its moorings and drifts along a lazy stream. As it does so, it witnesses the events surrounding the provincial French countryside. Eventually, it makes its way to the vast open ocean and is astounded and awestruck by the sheer beauty of it all.

His depiction of le petite bateau was like reading a page from my travel diary.

Does anyone recognize this poem? Is it Hugo? Baudelaire? If anyone has any insight, please let me know...