stagna per arentesque lacus fontesque repressos volvitur et vacuis fluviorum in vallibus errat, incertusque sui liquidum nunc ara lambit ore supinato, nunc arva gementia radens pronus adhaeret humo, si quid viridantia sudent gramina; percussae calidis afflatibus herbae, qua tulit ora, cadunt, moriturque ad sibila campus: quantus ab Arctois discriminat aethera Plaustris Anguis et usque Notos alienumque exit in orbem; quantus et ille sacri spiris intorta movebat cornua Parnasi, donec tibi, Delie, fixus vexit harundineam centeno vulnere silvam.
Through the arid meres and lakes and stopped springs he rolls, wandering in the empty river valleys, and uncertain of himself  now licks the liquid air with mouth back-turned, now scrapes the groaning fields clinging bent forward to the soil, hoping for moisture in the green herbage. The grasses fall where he brings his face, smitten by his hot breath, the plain dies at his hiss: large as the Serpent that divides the heavens on from the Arctic Wains and passes out to the South Winds and an alien hemisphere; or as he that moved the horns of sacred Parnassus as he twined them with his coils until you pierced him, Delian, and he bore an arrow forest with a hundred wounds.
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