Hekate, thou for whom the willow bends, Whose eyes no trace of - TopicsExpress

Hekate, thou for whom the willow bends, Whose eyes no trace of inner thought betray To whom each crossroad thought and prayer descends, Whose will no others will might unbid sway; Thy touch is on all places moonlights known Thy mind has every dark place called to heel And still: no place where any sun has shown Owes you also for strength and hope and weal Your virtues I would thricefold speak in praise That I might shine your stellar diadem Your labyrinth is built of all our days Our empires? Yours, the loft and fall of them Though dragons pull your carriage, cool and swift May it yet be our backs which give them lift.