labitur hinc pulsus Puer Hydrius, inde Sagittae, palantes Geminos fuga separat, inproba Virgo prodit amatores tacitos in fornice mundi, quique alii horrificis pendent in nubibus ignes Luciferum timuere novum: rota lurida solis haeret, et excidium sentit iam iamque futurum, seque die medio velandum tegmine glauco, splendoremque poli periturum nocte diurna orbe repentinis caput obnubente tenebris.
Here slides off in retreat the Boy with the Water Pot, there the Arrows, the Twins wander apart in flight, the false Maiden deserts her silent wooers in the vault of heaven, and the other blazing orbs hanging in awful clouds have feared the new Morning Star. The suns wan disk stands still feeling his overthrow close at hand, conscious that he is to be curtained with a veil of darkness at noontide and the brightness of the sky to be lost in night by day while his orb covers its head with a sudden blackness.
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