Palleant plenae cornua lunae Infecta metis noctis opacae Quaeque fulgenti texerat ore Confusa Phoebe detegat astra, Commovet gentes publicus error Lassantque crebris pulsibus aera.
Let the full moons horns grow pale, Darkened by thick nights cone, And the stars she hid with her shining face Let Phoebe, thus obscured, discover: The common peoples error troubles the nations And the bronze is worn with constant striking.a
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