To Orion

What thou be au fait with
friends of Artemis and Orion,

The love of mortal or the love of God?

No match for man’s wisdom

For love if true, is worth the pain,

It’s worth the wrath of Sun,

It’s worth the sting,

It’s worth the arrow,

It’s worth the heart’s burn

If thou love Man, pain in vain,

If thou love God, immortal

For Apollo knows no arrow no sting,

That can pierce the heart of Pleiades

Thee beg for thyself, his lovest true,

He seeks the love of else,

What treacherous love thee hold for him

That prays for none but self

If thou can love the one immortal,

Heaven is in thy grasp

The stars are in thine arms and chest

The sky is in thy fist