ipse etiam ante oculos omni manifestus in actu, nunc hospes miserae, primas nunc sponsus ad aras, nunc mitis coniunx, nunc iam sub casside torva maestus in amplexu multumque a limine summo respiciens: sed nulla animo versatur imago crebrior Aonii quam quae de sanguine campi nuda venit poscitque rogos.
He himself is plain before her eyes in his every act: now, alas, as guest, now her betrothed before the primal  altar, now a gentle husband, now under his grim helmet sad in her embrace and often looking back from the outermost threshold; but no image comes to her mind more often than the naked ghost from the blood of the Aonian battlefield demanding burial.
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