To The Unknown Goddess

Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from afar? Shall I fall to your hand as a victim of crafty and cautious shikar?

Have I met you and passed you already, unknowing, unthinking, and blind Shall I meet you next session at Simla, oh, sweetest and best of your kind?

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Ah, Goddess! child, spinster, or widow--as of old on Mars Hill when they raised To the God that they knew not an altar--so I, a young Pagan, have praised.

The Goddess I know not nor worship; yet if half that men tell me be true, You will come in the future, and therefore these verses are written to you.