Demeter rejoiced for her daughter was by her side
For two days and two nights the boat was tossed hither and thither
Often she would stand upon the walls of Troy
She changed her into a spider
Sweet, piercing sweet was the music of Pan’s pipe
The figure of the goddess was a colossal one
The Wind-god sent a gust from the South
Yea, verily, thou art Odysseus
Bacchus
Hittite God
Scepters
The Sky as a cow