What heart had I,
Lay storm-shaken
Beneath your temple,
In sacred supplication.
How often your victims fell
Without waiting for the blow.
Bodies,
thrown out unburied
As men fought with one another,
Left none to mourn.
I raised my eyes to heaven,
As thunder was heard,
A sign of a favorable disposition.
Where I stood,
An oak,
Wide-spreading branches,
With admiration
The tree shook
And gave a rustling sound.
I trembled in every limb,
Yet I kissed the earth and the tree.
Night came on,
And sleep took my dreams.
Covered with living,
Moving creatures,
By and by to stand erect,
I awoke to who,
A sweet vision.
A goddess in the temple.
Source Material: Bulfinch, Thomas. “Bulfinch’s Mythology: Stories of Gods and Heroes.”, Canterbury Classics, 2015, pp. 105