Hymns to Diana
[Artemis]
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Eternal Diana
She who is the moon
She who is the night
She who guides me home
In the forest
Late at night
Ethereal Diana
She who shines so brightly
She who glows through clouds
She who guides my hands
Through the veil and
Through the shrouds
Untamable Diana
She who is the wild beasts
She who is not tame
She who knows each living thing
And calls to them by name
She whose seen in every deer
In every fawn and roe
She who pulls the ocean tides
And makes the undertow
The Lady Queen of Night
Primordial in Name
My ancestors worshipped you
And now I do the same
Credit: Aön Re - Temple Hyacinthus
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"Mousa, sing of Artemis, sister of the far-shooter, Parthenos the virgin who delights in arrows, who was fostered with Apollon. She waters her horses from Meles deep in reeds, and swifty drives her all-golden chariot through Smyrna to vine-clad Klaros where Apollon god of the silver bow, sits waiting for far-shooting delighter in arrows.
And so hail to you, Artemis, in my song and to all goddesses as well. Of you first I sing and with you I begin; now that I have begun with you, I will turn to another song." -
"I sing of Artemis with shafts are of gold, strong-voiced, the revered virgin, dear-shooting, delighter in arrows, own sister to Apollon of the golden sword. Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her golden bow, rejoicing in the chase, and sends out grievous shafts. The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of beasts: earth quakes and the sea also where fishes shoal. But the goddess with a bold heart turns every way destroying the race of wild beasts: and when she is satisfied and has cheered her heart, then the huntress who delights in arrows slackens her supple bow and goes to the great house of her dear brother Phoibos Apollon, to the rich land of Delphoi, there to order the lovely dance of the Mousai and Kharites. There she hangs up her curved bow and her arrows, and heads and leads the dances, gracefully arrayed, while all they utter their heavenly voice, singing how neat-ankled Leto bare children supreme among the immortals both in thought and deed. Hail to you, children of Zeus and rich-haired Leto! And now I will remember you and another song also."