I am She who sings in the tides
I am She who bathes the hills
In silver, shining bright.
Hold up a mirror to see my face
Gaze upon still waters
Chant my names
And I will heed your call
I am the Maiden of the stolen glance
I am the Mother of the sacred dance
I am the Crone who knows the secrets you hide in the dark.
I am the giver of blessings to those who look beyond my bright face For I am the Moon, and I am always with thee.
Further reading (free e-books):
Aleister Crowley - Absinthe The Green GoddessEa Wallis Budge - Legends Of The Gods
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