non hic pelagi, licet omnia clament litora, non ullus caeli fragor; ipse profundis vallibus effugiens speluncae proximus amnis saxa inter scopulosque tacet: nigrantia circum armenta, omne solo recubat pecus, et nova marcent germina, terrarumque inclinat spiritus herbas.
Here is no roar of sea though all shores resound, none of sky. The very river that runs away close to the cavern among rocks and boulders in the deep valley is silent. Around are black herds; every sheep lies on the ground, the new buds flag, a breath from the earth makes the grasses droop.
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