nam modo purpureo fallebam stamine somnum, rursus et Orpheae carmine, fessa, lyrae; interdum leviter mecum deserta querebar externo longas saepe in amore moras: dum me iucundis lassam Sopor impulit alis.
For now I was beguiling sleep by spinning crimson thread, and now in my weariness by music of Orpheus lyre; and sometimes, all forlorn, I softly complained to myself that in unmarried love waiting is often long: till Sleep with soothing wings overcame my exhausted body.
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