huius inaspectae luco stridere sagittae nocturnique canum gemitus, ubi limina patrui effugit inque novae melior redit ora Dianae; aut ubi fessa iugis, dulcesque altissima somnos lux monet, hic late iaculis circum undique fixis effusam pharetra cervicem excepta quiescit.
Her arrows whistle unseen in the wood and the howling of her dogs is heard by night, when she escapes her uncles threshold and returns to the countenance of a new and better Diana;  or when she is weary from the mountains and the sun at his zenith counsels sweet slumber, she here plants her darts all around her and with head hung back on her receptive quiver takes her repose.
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