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

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

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.

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

Without the meed of some melodious tear.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.