Intermissa tibi renovat, Tirynthie, sacra Pollius et causas designat desidis anni, quod coleris maiore tholo nec litora pauper nuda tenes tectumque vagis habitabile nautis, sed nitidos postes Graisque effulta metallis culmina, ceu taedis iterum lustratus honesti ignis ab Oetaea conscenderis aethera flamma.
Lord of Tiryns, Pollius renews your interrupted cult and gives his reasons for a neglectful year. For you are worshipped under a larger dome, no pauper on a bare beach with a shelter for stray sailors to lodge in, no, you have shining doorposts and a roof supported by Grecian marbles, as though purified once again by brands of honoring fire you have ascended to heaven from Oetas flame.
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