his ille auditis mentemque habitumque recepit; ut, cum sole malo tristique rosaria pallent usta Noto, si clara dies Zephyrique refecit aura polum, redit omnis honos, emissaque lucent germina, et informes ornat sua gloria virgas.
So hearing, Bacchus regained his mind and mien. So rose beds fade,  scorched by a harmful sun and an unkind South Wind, but if the day clears and Zephyrs breeze revive, the sky, all the beauty returns, the buds open and gleam, the formless twigs are adorned in their glory.
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