Prayer to Hemera

Father of the dawn with her snow-white eyelids,
you who follow in your rose-pink chariot the track of your flying steeds,
exulting in the gold of your hair, twining your darting rays across the boundless vault of sky,
whirling around the whole earth the fount of your all-seeing beams,
while flowing rivers of your deathless fire beget the lovely day.
For you the peaceful chorus of stars dance their measure across Olympos their lord,
forever singing their leisured song, rejoicing in the music of Apollo’s lyre;
and leading them the silvery-gray Moon marshals the months and seasons, drawn by her team of milk-white heifers.
And your benevolent mind rejoices as it whirls around the manifold raiment of the universe.