Einodian Hecate, Trivia, lovely dame,
Of earthly, watery, and celestial frame,
Sepulchral, in a saffron veil arrayed,
Pleased with dark ghosts that wander through the shade;
Persaea, solitary goddess, hail!
The world’s key-bearer, never doomed1 to fail;
In stags rejoicing, huntress, nightly seen,
And drawn by bulls, unconquerable queen;
Leader, nymph, nurse, on mountains wandering, hear
The suppliants who with holy rites they power revere,
And to the herdsman with a favoring mind draw near.
“Fated”, “destined”, etc. ↩