The River takes her Name.

Scinde thy lake sirne. The midger quoise let, an sun dance prier to the waves.
The quille scire sointe an quadder loose. Thinde soire quamne the magge molden rande.
On an suiffey laist the mirrage pull. No fringe fadt the lairs, a ouille stood ravid
and tense. The suiente fairneage roire slet an oud find moise cadde paise.