sola animo Medea subit, mens omnis in una virgine, nocturnis qua nulla potentior aris; illius ad fremitus sparsosque per avia sucos sidera fixa pavent et avi stupet orbita Solis; mutat agros fluviumque vias, suus alligat ingens cuncta sopor, recoquit fessos aetate parentes datque alias sine lege colus; hanc maxima Circe terrificis mirata modis, hanc advena Phrixus, quamvis Atracio lunam spumare veneno sciret et Haemoniis agitari cantibus umbras.
Medea alone comes to her mind, all her thoughts are centred on the maiden only, than whom is none more potent at the nightly altars; for responsive to her cry and to the juices she scatters in desolate places the stars are halted trembling and the Sun her grand-sire is aghast as he runs his course; she changes the aspect of the fields and the tracks of the rivers, all things are bound fast in their own deep slumber, old folk she seethes again to youth and lawlessly assigns them yet more spindles; at her did Circe, mightiest in the ways of terror, at her did the stranger Phrixus marvel, though he knew that Atracian poisons made the moon to foam and that spells of Haemonia were rousing up the ghosts.
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