et modo solvebam nostra de fronte corollas ponebamque tuis, Cynthia, temporibus; et modo gaudebam lapsos formare capillos; nunc furtiva cavis poma dabam manibus: omnia quae ingrato largibar munera somno, munera de prono saepe voluta sinu; et quotiens raro duxti suspiria motu, obstupui vano credulus auspicio, ne qua tibi insolitos portarent visa timores, neve quis invitam cogeret esse suam: donec diversas praecurrens luna fenestras, luna moraturis sedula luminibus, compositos levibus radiis patefecit ocellos.
And now I was taking off the garlands from my brow and arranging them about your temples, Cynthia; and now I took pleasure in building up your fallen locks, then with hollowed palms I stealthily gave you apples. But all these gifts I was bestowing on ungrateful sleep, gifts which repeatedly rolled down from your lap; and when from time to time you stirred and heaved a sigh, I held my breath, believing in a vain divination, for I feared lest some nightmare be bringing you fantastic terrors, and a phantom lover forcing you to yield to him against your will. At length the moon hurrying by the parted shutters, the officious moon with light that would fain have stayed, opened with its gentle beams Cynthias fast-closed eyes.
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