nec mora fit; dictis fidens Cretheia proles calcat et, aeriam quamvis, perfertur ad ornum, cuius adhuc rutilam servabant brachia pellem, nubibus accensis similem aut cum veste recincta labitur ardenti Thaumantias obvia Phoebo.
With no delay the child of Cretheus trusts her word and scales the ash tree, high though it soar, where still the branches guarded the skin of ruddy hue, like to illumined cloud or to Iris when she ungirds her robe and glides to meet glowing Phoebus.
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