Return of the Goddess
Under your Milky Way
And slow—revolving Bear
Frogs from the alder thicket pray
In terror of your judgement day,
Loud with repentance there.
The log they crowned as king
Grew sodden, lurched and sank;
An owl floats by on silent wing
Dark water bubbles from the spring;
They invoke you from each bank.
At dawn you shall appear,
A gaunt red—legged crane,
You whom they know too well for fear,
Lunging your beak down like a spear
To fetch them home again.
Sufficiunt
Tecum,
Caryatis,
Domnia
Quina.
