Sed quam fine viae recentis imo, qua monstrat veteres Apollo Cumas, albam crinibus infulisque cerno? visu fallimur, an sacris ab antris profert Chalcidicas Sibylla laurus? cedamus; chely, iam repone cantus: vates sanctior incipit, tacendum est.
But who is this that I see at the furthest end of the new road, where Apollo points to ancient Cumae? Her hair and fillets are white. Do my eyes deceive me, or does the Sybil bring Chalcidian laurels forth from her sacred cave? Let us retire. Lyre, now put aside your song. A holier bard begins, we must be silent.
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