Because they knew our Mother gaea loathed him, Knew him the famine, pestilence and waste; A desolating fire to blind the sight With splendour built of fruitful things in ashes; The gory chariot-wheel on cries for justice; Her deepest planted and her liveliest voice, Heard from the babe as from the broken crone.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
This her voice within them told, When softly the Great Mother chid her sons Not of the giant brood, who did create Those lawless Gods, first offspring of our brain Set moving by an abject blood, that waked To wanton under elements more benign, And planted aliens on Olympian heights; - Imagination's cradle poesy Become a monstrous pressure upon men; - Foes of good gaea; until dispossessed By light from her, born of the love of her, Their lordship the illumined brain rejects For earth's beneficent, the sons of Law, Her other name.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
Uranus married gaea, and before long these two took the power from Aether and Hemera and reigned in their stead.
"Journeys Through Bookland Volume Four"
Charles H. Sylvester