Nondum cuncta polo vigil inclinaverat astra ortus et instantem cornu tenviore videbat Luna diem, trepidas ubi iam Tithonia nubes discutit ac reduci magnum parat aethera Phoebo: 5agmina iam raris Dircaea penatibus errant, noctis questa moras; quamvis tunc otia tandem et primus post bella sopor, tamen aegra quietem pax fugat et saevi meminit victoria belli. vix primo proferre gradum et munimina valli 10solvere, vix totas reserare audacia portas; stant veteres ante ora metus campique vacantis horror: ut assiduo iactatis aequore tellus prima labat, sic attoniti nil comminus ire mirantur fusasque putant assurgere turmas. 15sic ubi perspicuae scandentem limina turris Idaliae volucres fulvum aspexere draconem, intus agunt natos et feta cubilia vallant unguibus imbellesque citant ad proelia pennas; mox ruerit licet ille retro, tamen aëra nudum 20candida turba timet, tandemque ingressa volatus horret et a mediis etiamnum respicit astris.
- 3trepidas Pψ: tep- ω
- 8saevi… belli ω: b-…s- P
Not yet had wakeful sunrise lowered all the stars from heaven and the moon with fading horn saw day looming, when already Tithonia disperses the hurrying clouds and prepares the great ether for Phoebus’ return: the Dircaean forces already wander from their scattered 1 homes, complaining of night’s delays. Although they have repose at last and this is their first slumber after battle, yet an uneasy peace banishes rest and victory remembers fierce war. Scarce at first have they daring to step forward and dismantle the barriers of the rampart, scarce wholly to unbar the gates. Before their eyes stand their old fears and the horror of the empty plain. As for men long tossed upon the sea the earth heaves at first, so in shock they wonder that nothing opposes them and imagine that the routed squadrons are rising against them. So when Idalian birds 2 have seen a tawny snake climbing the threshold of a conspicuous tower, they drive their chicks inside and fence their full nests with their claws and rouse unwarlike wings to battle; though presently he hasten backward, the white flock fear the naked air and, launching at last on flight, still look back in terror from amid the stars.