Mighty Aphrodite

The Goddess is rising, Queen of Kypris, crowned with rose and myrtle, from the depths of the frothing sea. She is good and plenty, magnetic muse, brightest star of dawn and the golden twilit evening. Behold me, Goddess; I honor you, your faithful Hierodule — a sweet, milky, dew-dropped, bursting ripe fruit, still clinging to the tree.