Iam pater Hesperio flagrantem gurgite currum abdiderat Titan, aliis rediturus ab undis, cum tamen illa gravem luctu fallente laborem nescit abisse diem: nec caligantibus arvis terretur, nec frangit iter per et invia saxa lapsurasque trabes nemorumque arcana, sereno nigra die, caecisque incisa novalia fossis, per fluvios secura vadi, somnosque ferarum praeter et horrendis infesta cubilia monstris.
Already father Titan had hidden his flaming chariot in the Hesperian flood, to return out of other waves; but she knows not that day has gone, for sorrow beguiles her heavy toil. She is not affrighted by the dark landscape nor checks her passage through pathless rocks and boughs ready to fall and the secrets of the forest, black in cloudless day, through ploughlands slit with hidden trenches, through rivers caring not to find a ford, past the slumbers of wild beasts, and lairs dangerous with dreadful monsters;
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