Scent Of Styrax

I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dameOf earthly, watery, and celestial frameSepulchral, in a saffron veil arrayedPleased with dark ghostsThat wander thro' the shadePersian, unconquerable huntressHail!The world's key-bearerNever doomed to failOn the rough rockTo wander thy delightsLeader and nurseBe present to our ritesPropitious grant our just desires successCome to me! O HecateJoin me! O HecateWeaver of lives!