Hymn to Cotytto (#1)


Mark Andrew Holmes

(based on John Milton's "Comus")

Dark-veiled Cotytto, to whom the secret flame

Of midnight fire burns; mysterious woman

That never is called---when the gigantic womb

Of Stygian darkness vomits forth her thickest gloom,

And makes one vast inkblot of all the air

Pause for a moment in your cloudy ebony chair

In which you ride with Hecate, and favor

Us your dedicated worshipers,

Even to the very end,

Before the tattling eastern spy,

The glow of morning on the eastern horizon,

Divulge to the Sun our secret ceremony.

Come, join hands, and beat the ground,

In an airy fantastic round.


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