I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes, <br />Athenian Pallas! tameless, chaste, and wise, <br />Tritogenia, town-preserving Maid, <br />Revered and mighty; from his awful head <br />Whom Jove brought forth, in warlike armour dressed, <br />Golden, all radiant! wonder strange possessed <br />The everlasting Gods that Shape to see, <br />Shaking a javelin keen, impetuously <br />Rush from the crest of Aegis-bearing Jove; <br />Fearfully Heaven was shaken, and did move <br />Beneath the might of the Cerulean-eyed; <br />Earth dreadfully resounded, far and wide; <br />And, lifted from its depths, the sea swelled high <br />In purple billows, the tide suddenly <br />Stood still, and great Hyperion’s son long time <br />Checked his swift steeds, till, where she stood sublime, <br />Pallas from her immortal shoulders threw <br />The arms divine; wise Jove rejoiced to view. <br />Child of the Aegis-bearer, hail to thee, <br />Nor thine nor others’ praise shall unremembered be.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homer-s-hymn-to-minerva/
