At pater arcano residens Ismenos in antro, unde aurae nubesque bibunt atque imbrifer arcus pascitur et Tyrios melior venit annus in agros, ut lamenta procul, quamquam obstrepit ipse, novosque accepit natae gemitus, levat aspera musco colla gravemque gelu crinem, ceciditque soluta pinus adulta manu dimissaque volvitur urna.
Father Ismenos was seated in his privy cavern, from which winds and clouds drink and the rainbow feeds and a better harvest comes to Tyrian fields. When he heard the wailings afar, though the sound of his own waters came between, and his daughters groans renewed, he raises his moss-encrusted neck and his hair heavy with ice, the grown pine drops from his loosened grasp and his urn is let fall and rolls away.
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