Scandebat roseo medii fastigia caeli Luna iugo, totis ubi Somnus inertior alis defluit in terras mutumque amplectitur orbem.
Moon in her rosy chariot was scaling the slope of mid-heaven, the hour when Sleep at his most torpid glides down to earth with all his wings and embraces the silent globe.
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