hic soror Aeoliden, aevum mansura per omne, deserit, heu saevae nequiquam erepta novercae! illa quidem fessis longe petit umida palmis vellera, sed bibulas urgenti pondere vestes unda trahit levique manus labuntur ab auro.
Then the sister whose name shall live for all time forsakes Aeolus son, saved, alas! in vain from her cruel stepmother. Still with weary hands she strains far behind the wet fleece, but the waves draw down her garments heavy now with the drenching water, and her hands slip off the smooth gold.
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