| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921. | | | | On a Picture painted by Herself, representing Two Nymphs of Diana | | By Anne Killigrew (1661?–1685) |
| | | WE are Diana’s virgin train, | |
| Descended of no mortal strain; | |
| Our bows and arrows are our goods, | |
| Our pallaces, the lofty woods, | |
| The hills and dales, at early morn, | 5 |
| Resound and eccho with our horn; | |
| We chase the hind and fallow deer, | |
| The wolf and boar both dread our spear, | |
| In swiftness we outstrip the wind, | |
| An eye and thought we leave behind; | 10 |
| We fauns and shaggy satyrs awe, | |
| To sylvan pow’rs we give the law: | |
| Whatever does provoke our hate, | |
| Our javelins strike, as sure as fate; | |
| We bathe in springs, to cleanse the soil, | 15 |
| Contracted by our eager toil; | |
| In which we shine like glittering beams | |
| Or christal in the christal streams; | |
| Though Venus we transcend in form, | |
| No wanton flames our bosomes warm! | 20 |
| If you ask where such wights do dwell, | |
| In what bless’t clime, that so excel? | |
| The poets onely that can tell. | | | | |
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