Of those who in wide heaven abide in bliss,

Unto none else than very Artemis,

Daughter of Zeus Most High, I liken one

So tall and fair and beautiful as this;

But if a mortal, such as dwell on earth,

Thrice fortunate are they who gave you birth,

Father and mother, and thrice fortunate

Your brethren; surely evermore great mirth

And joyance fills them, while with hearts elate

They see a thing so lovely delicate