Like her sacred oak, you were always completely you: from acorn to tree, full and solid in your being.
Your mind as sharp as her arrow, hunting after knowledge. From the conquest of your first prey, D'Aulaire's Book of Greek Myths, to more recent pursuits, you strove "always to be the best and to far excel the others."
Though beauty and grace were yours, when speaking of your sister's choice, you vowed to avoid Cupid's arrow: you had Dian's wit and spoke your mind to the "limits of acceptable discourse."
And now your supple bow has slackened and you are gone to Olympus? where neat-ankled, you'll lead the dance of the Muses and the Graces, where strong-voiced, you'll lead the hymns where perhaps you'll hear our distant voices singing: Hail to you our own Artemis!
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Like her sacred oak,
you were always completely you:
from acorn to tree,
full and solid in your being.
Your mind as sharp as her arrow,
hunting after knowledge.
From the conquest of your first prey, D'Aulaire's Book of Greek Myths, to more recent pursuits, you strove "always to be the best and to far excel the others."
Though beauty and grace were yours,
when speaking of your sister's choice,
you vowed to avoid Cupid's arrow: you had Dian's wit and spoke your mind to the "limits of acceptable discourse."
And now your supple bow has slackened and you are gone to Olympus?
where neat-ankled, you'll lead the dance of the Muses and the Graces,
where strong-voiced, you'll lead the hymns where perhaps you'll hear our distant voices singing:
Hail to you our own Artemis!
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