Since we’ll be celebrating the nymphaia down by the river (and I have a strong connection to him) I was asked to come up with some verse in honor of the most holy Willamette. And, well, I thought it’d be nice to share it with the rest of you as well.
First, however, here’s a picture of him.
Damn, that is one sexy river.
Now on to the hymn …
Hymn to the Willamette
With a glad heart I praise thee
fertile lord of the verdant valley,
mighty one who cannot be constrained,
fairest child of Okeanos,
our dear, all-holy Willamette!
Swollen with the heavenly flood
you rush through the heart of our country,
bringing nourishment to the barren fields,
making the orchards ripe with fruit,
providing hungry men with a feast of fishes.
The nymphs gather upon your shore,
dancing in the moonlight,
laughing at the sporting geese,
splashing with their tender feet
as they wade out to be nearer to you.
For your beauty enraptures them like Selenê
who fell under the spell of slumbering Endymion;
they long to stroke the green hair from your silver face,
to ride upon your bull-broad back as you weave snake-like here and there,
to feel the frenzy of your waves,
the force of your crashing against their tender maiden’s flesh.
So hail to you, most potent of rivers!
May you continue to bless this land and make its people prosperous!