Hymn I: To Hecate

Einodian Hecate, Trivia, lovely dame,
Of earthly, wat'ry, and celestial frame,
Sepulchral, in a saffron veil array'd,
Pleas'd with dark ghosts that wander thro' the shade ;
Persea, solitary goddess, hail !
The world's key-bearer, never doom'd to fail ;
In stags rejoicing, huntress, nightly seen,
And drawn by bulls, unconquerable queen ;
Leader, nymph, nurse, on mountains wand'ring, hear
The suppliants who with holy rites thy power revere,
And to the herdsman with a fav'ring mind draw near.