Homer - A Hymn To Diana

Homer - A Hymn To Diana

Jan 02, 2024

Diana - Correggio (c. 1519) - Convent of San Paolo, Parma, Italy

Diana praise, Muse, that in darts delights,
Lives still a maid, and had nutritial rights
With her born-brother, the far-shooting Sun.
That doth her all-of-gold-made chariot run
In chase of game, from Meles that abounds
In black-brow’d bulrushes, and, where her hounds
She first uncouples, joining there her horse,
Through Smyrna carried in most fiery course
To grape-rich Claros; where (ill his rich home,
And constant expectation She will come)
Sits Phœbus, that the silver bow doth bear,
To meet with Phœbe, that doth darts transfer
As far as He his shafts. As far then be
Thy chaste fame shot, O Queen of archery!
Sacring my song to every Deity.

The End Of A Hymn To Diana

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

~ Homer

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