Myths of Greece and Rome: Artemis (Diana)Posted: February 3, 2009
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Lo! now the barley smoulders in the flame,
Thestylis, wretch! thy wits are woolgathering!
Am I a laughing stock to thee, a Shame?
Scatter the grain, I say, the while I sing;
‘The bones of Delphis I am scattering;
Bird, magic Bird, bring the man back to me.’
Next do I burn this wax, God helping me,
So may the heart of Delphis melted be,
This brazen wheel I whirl, so as before
Restless may he be whirled about my door.
‘Bird, magic Bird, bring the man home to me.’
Next will I burn these husks. O Artemis,
Hast power hell’s adamant to shatter down
And every stubborn thing. Hark! Thestylis,
Hecate’s hounds are baying up the town,
The goddess at the crossways. Clash the gong!
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Lo, now the sea is still. The winds are still.
The ache within my heart is never still.