• Under various names, I have praised only you, rivers!
    You are milk and honey and love and death and dance.
    From a spring in hidden grottoes, seeping from mossy rocks,
    Where a goddess pours live water from a pitcher,
    At clear streams in the meadow, where rills murmur underground,
    Your race and my race begin, and amazement, and quick passage.

    "Hymn of the Pearl". Book by Czeslaw Milosz, 1981.