Vyacheslav Ivanov
Why, is it white night magic hath ensnared you
In polar wonders' trap with hazes deep,
O wonder-beasts from Hundred-Gated Thebes?
Is it the death-pale Isis that hath dared you?
What mystery hath sealed your lips, hath made them
Forever curl into a stony smile?
Those starry heavens of the Holy Nile -
Why left ye them for midnight waves unfading?
In polar wonders' trap with hazes deep,
O wonder-beasts from Hundred-Gated Thebes?
Is it the death-pale Isis that hath dared you?
What mystery hath sealed your lips, hath made them
Forever curl into a stony smile?
Those starry heavens of the Holy Nile -
Why left ye them for midnight waves unfading?
Hecate
