A lovely maiden

And I saw one like a lovely maiden, her face gleaming with such radiant splendor that I could not perfectly behold her. Whiter than snow was her mantle and more shining than the stars, and her shoes were of the finest gold. In her right hand she held the sun and moon and tenderly embraced them. And on her breast was an ivory tablet in which there appeared the form of a man, the color of sapphire; and all creation called this maiden Lady. Now she spoke to the form that appeared in her bosom, saying,
"With you is the beginning of the day of your virtue, in the splendour of the holy ones; I bore you from the womb before the morning star."

A most beautiful image

Towards the end of her life, Hildegard had a vision of the Goddess which has parallels with the earlier vision of Boethius in his De Consolatione Philosophiae:

Lying long in my bed of sickness, in the 1170th year of the Lord’s incarnation, I saw – awake in body and spirit – a most beautiful image of womanly form, most peerless in gentleness, most dear in her delights. Her beauty was so great that the human mind could not fathom it, and her height reached from earth as far as heaven. Her face shone with the greatest radiance, and her eye gazed heavenward. She was dressed in the purest white silk, and enfolded by a cloak studded with precious gems – emerald, sapphire and pearls; her sandals were of onyx. Yet her face was covered in dust, her dress was torn on the right side, her cloak had lost its elegant beauty and her sandals were muddied. And she cried out … ‘The foxes have their lairs, and the birds of the sky their nests, but I have no helper or console, no staff on which to lean or be supported by.’

( from Letters, v2, p92)