Nondum cuncta polo vigil inclinaverat astra ortus et instantem cornu tenviore videbat Luna diem, trepidas ubi iam Tithonia nubes discutit ac reduci magnum parat aethera Phoebo: agmina iam raris Dircaea penatibus errant, noctis questa moras; quamvis tunc otia tandem et primus post bella sopor, tamen aegra quietem pax fugat et saevi meminit victoria belli.
Not yet had wakeful sunrise lowered all the stars from heaven and the moon with fading horn saw day looming, when already Tithonia disperses the hurrying clouds and prepares the great ether for Phoebus return: the Dircaean forces already wander from their scattered  homes, complaining of nights delays. Although they have repose at last and this is their first slumber after battle, yet an uneasy peace banishes rest and victory remembers fierce war.
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