ite, deae virides, liquidosque advertite vultus et vitreum teneris crinem redimite corymbis veste nihil tectae, quales emergitis altis fontibus et visu Satyros torquetis amantes.
Come, green goddesses, and turn this way your liquid faces, bind your glassy hair with tender clusters, covered by no clothes, as when you come out from your deep springs and torment your Satyr lovers with the sight.
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