Hymn To Diana (Trans. Of Catullus) - Poem by Pete Crowther
We virgin lads and lasses all
Pledge Diana heart and soul:
Come then you lads and lasses, sing
In her honour now a hymn.
Daughter-goddess of mighty Jove
And lovely Queen Latona, who
By Delia placed an olive tree,
Lady of mountains, and the gate
That leads into the greenwood’s shade,
The hidden glade, the stream that sings:
You, Juno Lucina called to ease
A woman’s pains when giving birth,
You, goddess of the triple ways
That meet by Moon’s reflected light.
You, who by your monthly course
Measure the passage of the year,
And fill with corn and luscious fruit
The farmer’s barns and spacious loft.
May it please you, as of old,
That you preserve from harm and grief
We sons of wolf-child Romulus.
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