Your namesake, the bright goddess of the moon

two for Diana [Marion’s heading]
[the first]

Your namesake, the bright goddess of the moon
Haphazard strews the world with silver light,
Serenely tolerant of wind and night
Nor caring that the dawn must come so soon
Nor fearful of the fiercely painted noon
Nor envying her golden brother’s might
Immortal, lovely, wise : from darkened height
Haphazard her dream silver rays are strewn.

In your calm goddess place unwavering trust,
Be not by fleeting human cares dismayed,
Unruffled smile at them, for they depart,
All mortal knowledge crumbles into dust :
Diana , green are laurels , but they fade —
Eternal is the wisdom of your heart .

December 1946