Primum per campos infuso lumine pallam coniugis ipsa suos noscit miseranda labores, quamquam texta latent suffusaque sanguine marcet purpura; dumque deos vocat et de funere caro hoc superesse putat, videt ipsum in pulvere paene calcatum.
First, as light poured through the plain, she recognizes her husbands cloak, her own handiwork, poor soul, though the fabric is hidden and the blood-soaked purple languishes. As she invokes the gods, thinking this to be all of the beloved body to survive, she sees himself, almost trampled in the dust.
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