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I

High on the mountains, who stands proudly, clad with the light of May,

Rich as the dawn, deep-hearted as night, diamond-bright as day,

Who, while the slopes of the beautiful valley throb with our muffled tread

Who, with the hill-flowers wound in her tresses, welcomes our deathless dead?

II

Is it not she whom he sought so long thro' the high lawns dewy and sweet,

Up thro' the crags and the glittering snows faint-flushed with her rosy feet, Is it not she—the queen of our night—crowned by the unseen sun,

Artemis, she that can see the light, when light upon earth is none?

III

Huntress, queen of the dark of the world (no darker at night than noon)

Beauty immortal and undefiled, the Eternal sun's white moon,

Only by thee and thy silver shafts for a flash can our hearts discern,

Pierced to the quick, the love, the love that still thro' the dark doth yearn.

IV

What to his soul were the hill-flowers, what the gold at the break of day

Shot thro' the red-stemmed firs to the lake where the swimmer clove his way,

What were the quivering harmonies showered from the heaven-tossed heart of the lark,

Artemis, Huntress, what were these but thy keen shafts cleaving the dark?

V

Frost of the hedge-row, flash of the jasmine, sparkle of dew on the leaf,

Seas lit wide by the summer lightning, shafts from thy diamond sheaf,

Deeply they pierced him, deeply he loved thee, now has he found thy soul,

Artemis, thine, in this bridal peal, where we hear but the death-bell toll.