Classic Poem

Oh virgin queen of mountain-side and woodland,
Blessèd protector of young wives in travail,
Who snatchest them from death if thrice they call thee—
Goddess and guardian;

To thee I dedicate this slender pine-tree;
And each year with a boar's blood I shall bless it—
A youngling boar just dreaming of his first thrust,
Savage and sidelong.