/tab\initiation into her mysteries... She lies
/tab\on the ground out-of-doors on summer
/tab\nights, and becomes wet with the dew.
/tab\She grows young again every spring, yet is
/tab\of great age, the wrinkled woman of the
/tab\Homeric hymn, who becomes the nurse of
/tab\Demophoon."

This bit of description moves with
so light a foot that one forgets, as true
art always makes one forget, the mass
of hard and scattered materials which
lie back of it, materials which would
not have yielded their secret of unity
and vitality save to imagination and
sympathy; to knowledge which has
ripened into culture. But the recov-
ery of such a story, the reconstruc-
tion of such a figure, are not af-
fected by description alone; one must
penetrate to the heart of the myth,
and master the significance of the
woman transformed by idealisation

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