Ipse quoque et volucrem gressum et ventosa citavit tempora, et obscuri sinuatam frigore caeli implevit chlamydem, tacitoque per aethera cursu fertur et Aoniis longe gravis imminet arvis.
Sleep too roused his steps to speed and his windy temples,  and filled out his billowing cloak with the chill of the sombre sky. In silent course he is borne through the upper air and from afar looms heavily over the Aonian fields.
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