namque ferunt luctu Cycnum Phaethontis amati, populeas inter frondes umbramque sororum dum canit et maestum Musa solatur amorem, canentem molli pluma duxisse senectam linquentem terras et sidera voce sequentem.
For they tell that Cycnus, in grief for his loved Phaethon, while he is singing and with music solacing his woeful love amid the shade of his sisters leafy poplars, drew over his form the soft plumage of white old age, leaving earth and seeking the stars with his cry.