“Who would not love, if loving he might be
Changed like Calisto to a star in heaven.”

O thou for whom the secret altar fires
Of countless hearts have burned! the wild unrest
Of thy sweet longing kindles in my breast;
To win thy love my eager soul aspires.
If ardent hopes, a zeal that never tires,
Passionate devotion, aid me in my quest,
I'll surely gain my portion with the blest
To whom thou, Fame, hast granted their desires.

My youth, my joys, my life, the sacrifice,
I fain would worship favored at thy shrine.
Dear Goddess, may the offering thee suffice
And grant that joy immortal may be mine.
Their memories to whom thy smile was given
Flame now above, the changeless lights of heaven.