The music of the spheres : $b A nature lover's astronomyGrondal, Florence Armstrong
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The music of the spheres : $b A nature lover's astronomy
Grondal, Florence Armstrong
Astronomy
The temple of Ceres, or Demeter, meaning "Mother Earth" (that is, not
the whole solid earth, but the portion that produces vegetation), stands
in the sacred city of Eleusis, on the Thracian plain, and all men who
earn their living by the soil come here to do her honor. This temple was
built on the spot where the Goddess met Triptolemus and taught him the
use of grains, also how to plow, sow the seeds and gather the crops
after they had ripened. Triptolemus then went forth and taught the
nations of the world.
One day while Ceres was watching the harvests, Proserpine, her lovely
daughter, disappeared.
"While like a child with busy speed and care
She gathers lilies here, and vi'lets there;
While first to fill her little lap she strives,
Hell's grizzly monarch at the shade arrives.
See's her thus sporting on the flow'ry green
And loves the blooming maid as soon as seen."
"Swift as a thought he seized the beauteous prey
And bore her in his sooty car away."
--_Ovid's Metamorphoses_ (MAYNWARING'S Trans.)
Pluto, it seems, had come above the ground to survey the surface of the
Sicilian land, for the roof of his kingdom had been considerably shaken
on account of the struggles of the giant Typhon confined beneath the
roots of Mount Etna. Poets claim that no sooner had the Underground God
appeared than Cupid, the mischievous son of Venus, pulled a gold-tipped
arrow from his sheath, and laughing gleefully, shot the gloomy
monarch in the heart.
Ceres, in the meantime, nearly frantic with grief, searched over land
and sea for her lost daughter, and when night fell, so that her search
might not be hindered, she tore up young pine trees by the roots and
dipped them in the fires of Mount Etna. She could not eat, saying (as
Tennyson puts it) that the "nectar smack'd of hemlock" and the "rich
ambrosia tasted aconite," while ancient poets claim that neither Aurora,
the Dawn, nor Hesperus, the Evening Star, ever saw her rest. Yet
unweakened by fatigue and lack of sustenance, the goddess turned to the
earth and forbade it to bear until Proserpine was returned to her.
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