Hymn To Minerva

No incense do I have to offer, this Night! No palms no wreaths no flowers, This night! No prayers of a crowd offered To-night! But my lips uttered in fear prayer To-night! Wisdom, wisdom I need, I man Of solitude, thrown Alone into the turbulence of earth: Wisdom I need To-night! Ah! bring me to the fount of wisdom! I saw a white light descend That I saw not before: And being Poet-Seer, philosopher, I knew that was Minerva. I knew of my salvation in that night. To you kind goddess, I, with Empty hands What will I dedicate By Dawn herself, her beauty? You ask me how: How ardent and presumptuous I To offer Dawn To offer what is not mine: Ah! wait! For I am Poet-Seer, and The Poet-Seer has Earth for him And to him Earth calls master And calls Lord: For when his lyre he, The Poet-Seer strings, The Earth will in her visceral Tremble and joy as the lyre Wills! Therefore let me as Poet-Seer Minerva, offer Earth and Dawn To you And the new Day That Earth be blessed by you, That Earth embark on a new way, A better way, My chant, my verse, To-night, Great Minerva hear: And hearing, grant My prayer on behalf of Earth: This Earth I am of, This Earth I love so, my goddess.