en et colla rotat novisque late bacchatur spatiis viamque replet! tunc sic virgineo profatur ore: Dicebam: veniet (manete campi atque amnis), veniet favente caelo, qui foedum nemus et putres harenas celsis pontibus et via levabit.
See! She whirls her neck and wanders at large over the new spaces, filling the road. Then thus she speaks with virgin lips: I said it: He will come. Fields and river, wait! He will come by heavens favor, he that shall raise the foul forest and powdery sand with lofty bridge and causeway.
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