From her for whom my very lungs do ache,
And as an addled egg is, is my brain:
Wherefore for her most royal and holy sake
I think I will behowl her once again.
“Hear me, O goddess! for it indeed is I
That call thee, at thy knees,
And don’t be frightened, please,
At the many things I shall adjure thee by.
Come to us, bright, in clear re-arisen ascendency,
Loosen o’er us all thine orient oriflamme!