|Lovely goddess of the bow!
Lovely goddess of the arrows!
Of all the hounds and of all the hunting
Thou who wakest in starry heaven
When the Sun is sunk in slumber;
Thou with Moon upon thy forehead,
Who the chase by night preferrest unto hunting in the daylight,
With thy nymphs unto the music of the horn-
Thyself the huntress, and the most powerful;
I pray thee think, although but for an instant,
Upon we who pray unto you!
From Scott Cunningham's Book of Shadows