You who have written that there is no longer on earth
A nymph bearing arrows wandering through the woods,
A hunting Diana, as in former times
She had waged an ordinary war on the stags,
See who holds the spear or rouses the hound?
My blind fury, see whose these fingers are,
Of blood-stained alabaster, mark well the quiver,
The bow and the deadly dart, and the blow that strikes me down,
That chaste and bold bearing, a graceful walk.
You would say from her step, from her train, from her port,
From her face, from her dress, from the crescent she wears,
From her eye that, conquering, is always unconquered,
From her severe beauty, from her gentle beauty,
That Diana kills me and that she is not dead.
Théodore Agrippa d’Aubigné
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