Athena, Patroness of those of us
Intent and bent on drawing, from our sense,
Such images and words felicitous
As worthy of Olympic recompense;
Athena, the Supernal, dwelling there,
Yet ever condescending to descend
From snowy mountain summit in the air,
To stand before the ones whom you befriend.
Athena, I trust it be not a fall,
To step down from that high immortal place,
And guide your sandals to my study hall,
And bring me lessons on artistic grace;
The while to shade your features from my gaze,
And thus not set my mortal self ablaze.

Athena · A Thousand Words