skyward, and treads on the ground, while her head is
hidden among the clouds. Earth, her parent, provoked to
anger against the gods, brought her forth, they say, the 30
youngest of the family of Cœus[174] and Enceladus—swift
of foot and untiring of wing, a portent terrible and vast—who,
for every feather on her body has an ever-wakeful
eye beneath, marvellous to tell, for every eye a loud tongue
and mouth, and a pricked-up ear. At night she flies midway 35
between heaven and earth, hissing through the darkness,
nor ever yields her eyes to the sweets of sleep. In