Ceres‘ Runaway

On a darker and more vacant field than that of the real skies, the shape of the Lyre or the Bear has an altogether new and noble solitude; and the waters play a painter's part in setting their splendid subject free.  Two movements shake but do not scatter the still night: the bright flashing of constellations in the deep Weir pool, and the dark flashes of the vague bats flying.  The stars in the stream fluctuate with an alien motion.

 

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