hine mei vultus? haec torvi lumina patris? hi crines undantis avi? tu nobile quondam undarum nemorumque decus, quo sospite maior diva et Nympharum longe regina ferebar.
Is this my face? These the eyes of your wild father? These the tresses of your wave-rolling grandsire? You were once the peculiar glory of waters and woods; while you lived I was called a greater goddess, queen beyond compare of Nymphs.
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