omnibus una quies operum, labor omnibus unus: mane ruunt portis, nusquam mora; rursus easdem Vesper ubi e pastu tandem decedere campis admonuit, tum tecta petunt, tum corpora curant; fit sonitus, mussantque oras et limina circum.
All have one season to rest from labour, all one season to toil. At dawn they pour from the gates'no loitering; again, when the star of eve has warned them to withdraw from their pasture in the fields, then they seek their homes, then they refresh their frames; a sound is heard, as they hum about the entrances and on the thresholds.
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