In their new orbs, and brighten all the pole.’ ”

“But now her son had fifteen summers told, Fierce at the chase, and in the forest bold; When, as he beat the woods in quest of prey, He chanced to rouse his mother where she lay. She knew her son, and kept him in her sight, And fondly gazed: the boy was in a fright, And aimed a pointed arrow at her breast, And would have slain his mother in the beast; But Jove forbad, and snatched them through the air In whirlwinds up to Heaven, and fixed them there; Where the new constellations nightly rise, And add a lustre to the Northern skies,