Rage and roar upon your thrones, Love, loot and hate, be disparate, But not for me are bawls and blows; I’ll tend the hearth, the heart, the grate. In the shadows I rest, my face a-glow – Not plagued by fury as hot as fire, Nor ambition, wrath, desire, Nor revenge as cold as snow. Quiet yet not dormant, Docile though not all compliant, You may scoff and scorn my choice But I still hold the eternal fire – My flame keeps Olympus alight, I keep all safe throughout the night And though I am not in your sight You’ll always find me through your plight. For I am Hestia, First-born goddess, The softest star.