tunc tota querellis egeritur questuque dies, eademque sub astris sola movet, maestis veluti nox illa sonaret plena lupis quaterentque truces ieiuna leones ora vel orbatae traherent suspiria vaccae.
Then all the day is spent in weeping and complaint, and alone beneath the stars she makes the same lament, as though that night were full of the dismal howling of wolves, and savage lions were hungrily roaring or cows lowed sadly for their lost ones
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