Prayer of a Young Girl

O white Diana,
You who spread the gauze
Twixt lover and lover
And catch up the blind hand
That moves over
Your sacred winding land,
You whose proud-faced law
Is steel to keep
And glass to break,
I would be a chaste Sicilian spring,
My waters sleeping, waking
To the movement of the tide,
A wild thing held by a silver string,
In deepest woods my form to hide
And watch the shadow of a torn stag
Stagger across the moon.