She placed the sharp-tooth’d scythe, and tutor’d him
In every wile. Vast Heaven came down from high,
And with him brought the gloominess of Night
On all beneath: with ardour of embrace
Hovering o’er Earth, in his immensity
He lay diffused around. The son stretch’d forth
His weaker hand from ambush: in his right
[159]He took the sickle huge and long and rough
With sharpen’d teeth: and hastily he reap’d
The genial organs of his sire, at once