Then she, “Be mostly silent!” And turning to the river, spoke again: “For him and for me, river, the wandering, But by you I leave for happiness Deep foliage, the thickest beeches-- Though elsewhere they are all dying-- Tallest oaks and yellow birches That dip their leaves in you, mourning, As now I dip my hair, immemorial Of me, immemorial of him Immemorial of these our promises! Here shall be a bird’s paradise, They sing to you remembering my voice: Here the most secluded spaces For miles around, hallowed by a stench To be our joint solitude and temple; In memory of this clear marriage And the child I have brought you in the late years. Live, river, live in luxuriance Remembering this our son, In remembrance of me and my sorrow And of the new wandering!” * * * * * Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: con la beautitud=> con la beatitud {pg 5} a rough day to=> a rough dray to {pg 26} From which he old eyes=> From which her old eyes {pg 79} End of Project Gutenberg's Al Que Quiere!, by William Carlos Williams