Classic Poem

White Niconoi, the only child of Terilla, slew the mountain-roaming beasts with her arrows; and now dedicates this bow to you, Latonian, goddess of groves. Her shafts are laid away in her quiver.
Her mother has wedded her to Icastus and bids her submit to the mastery of an unknown couch. Goddess, if she departs sadly from the deep woods, and with tears no longer frequents your band, be blithe and kindly towards her. By your divine right hand, best of goddesses, make her house gay with children.