Iamque per emeriti surgens confinia Phoebi Titanis late mundo subvecta silenti rorifera gelidum tenuaverat ara biga; iam pecudes volucresque tacent, iam Somnus avaris irrepsit curis pronusque ex aethere nutat, grata laboratae referens oblivia vitae.
And now Phoebus work is done; Titanis rises nearby, through the wide spaces, borne up in the silent sky, thinning the cool atmosphere with her dewy car. Now beasts and birds are still, now Sleep steals upon greedy cares, hanging down from the air, bringing back sweet forgetfulness of toilsome living.
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