at nunc, heu, si aliquis longa sub nocte puellae bracchia nexa tenens ultro te, Somne, repellit, inde veni; nec te totas infundere pennas luminibus compello meis (hoc turba precetur laetior); extremo me tange cacumine virgae (sufficit), aut leviter suspenso poplite transi.
But now, alas, if one there be that clasping a girls twining arms through the long night even thrusts you from him, O Sleep, come thence. Nor do I demand that you pour all your wings upon my eyes (that be the prayer of those more fortunate): touch me with the final tip of your wand (it suffices) or pass by me lightly, knees in air.
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