Makaria[17]

To you, who dawned before me, offspring of The great abyss and flower of foaming billows! To you, whom with their love all things embrace, And who stir tempests in a statue's depths!

To you, O woman and O virgin, myrrhs, Fruit, frankincense, I offer recklessly! To you, the music of the world! To you, My songs' pure foam, songs that your vision fills!

For you can love, remember, understand. Before I saw you in the world's great night, You shone upon my mother's lighted face.

Your worshipper into the world I came; Your name I knew not, and in love's sweet font I called you with the name Makaria!

1895.