Leonidas of Tarentum (Italy, third century BCE)
You—passing through on foot and alone—don't drink
this sun-staled water, clouded with slime. Beyond
these grazing cows, much farther uphill, go under
that far pine, which all the shepherds know. You'll find
a sweet clear spring gushing from deep in the rock.
It's even colder than the snows far to the north of here.
Reginald Gibbons
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