GODDESS, by threefold ceremonies adored: On bloody altars in the infernal ways Where sad ghosts walk, and many a lost life strays Darkly, and all-but-hopeless Death is lord; And in the upper world,—where, long implored, Oracular prophecy no more delays To cheer thy faithful worshippers,—with praise Of song and broken cake and wine outpoured: Thou in the last and holiest mysteries And in thy heavenly session hast no name, Title or rites, but only his who draws All souls in thee, O motion of his laws, From worlds of daylight or of Stygian shame To dwell where wholly thou and thine are his. |