O Arainrhod of the Silver Wheel,

By all the many names men give to thee

We, all they hidden children, humbly kneel

Thy truth to hear, they countenance to see.

Here in the Circle, cast upon the Earth

Yet open to the stars unseen, Yet real

Within our hearts give understanding birth,

Our wounds of loss and loneliness to heal.

Isis Unveiled, and Isis veiled, thou art;

The Earth below our feet, the Moon on high.

In thee, these two shall never be apart

The magick of the Earth and of the Sky.