Return of the Goddess

Under your Milky Way
  And slow-revolving Bear
Frogs from the alder thicket pray
In terror of your judgement day,
  Loud with repentance there.

The log they crowned as king
  Grew sodden, lurched and sank;
An owl floats by on silent wing
Dark water bubbles from the spring;
  They invoke you from each bank.

At dawn you shall appear,
  A gaunt red-legged crane,
You whom they know too well for fear,
Lunging your beak down like a spear
  To fetch them home again.

		Sufficiunt
		Tecum,
		Caryatis,
		Domnia
		Quina.

	Robert Graves