postquam acies videt Iliacas atque agmina Turni, alitis in parvae subitam collecta figuram, quae quondam in bustis aut culminibus desertis nocte sedens serum canit importuna per umbras' hanc versa in faciem Turni se pestis ob ora fertque refertque sonans clipeumque everberat alis.
As soon as she sees the Ilian ranks and Turnus troops, suddenly shrinking to the shape of that small bird which often, perched at night on tombs or deserted roofs, sings her late, ill-omened song among the shadows, so changed in form the fiend flits screaming to and fro before the face of Turnus, and beats his shield with her wings.
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