Ihurrieddownthehill:mypilgrimagewasbegun！InwhatdirectiontoturnmystepsIknewnot,butImustgoandgotillIfoundmylivingdead！Atorrentranswiftandwideatthefootoftherange:
Irushedin,itlaidnoholduponme;Iwadedthroughit。ThenextIsprangacross;thethirdIswam;thenextIwadedagain。
Istoppedtogazeonthewondrouslovelinessoftheceaselessflashandflow,andtohearkentothemultitudinousbrokenmusic。Everynowandthensomeincipientairwouldseemabouttodrawitselfclearofthedulcetconfusion,onlytomergeagainintheconsortedroar。
Atmomentstheworldofwaterswouldinvadeasiftooverwhelmme——notwiththeforceofitsseawardrush,ortheshoutingofitsliberatedthrong,butwiththegreatnessofthesilencewanderingintosound。
AsIstoodlostindelight,ahandwaslaidonmyshoulder。I