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Ovid Amores 3 5
Ovid Amores 3 5
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“It was night, and my weary eyes were steeped in slumber;
a vision came which terrified my mind.
Beneath a sunny hill was a dense stand of oak trees;
the branches sheltered scores of silent birds.
5 Further below, a grassy meadow, brilliant green,
watered in drops by inching rivulets.
I was there. Under a tree I tried to escape the heat—
still it was hot, under a leafy tree.
Seeking meadow-grass amid the mosaic of flowers
10 a pure white cow appeared before my eyes.
Whiter than snow new-fallen, before time has turned
the drifting powder to a running stream;
whiter than ewe’s milk in the milking-pail, so fresh
you still can see the foam, and hear the splash.
15 With this cow was a bull, her contented mate. The pair
rested their bodies on the springy ground.
And as this bull lay on the grass, so calmly and quietly
chewing his regurgitated cud,
sleep seemed to steal away his strength; his neck relaxed,
20 his massive head sank down into a drowse.
A crow appeared, angling down through the breezes on light wings
to settle, chattering, on the grassy ground.
Three times the crow thrust its rough beak in the cow’s white breast
and pulled from it a tuft of snowy hair.
25 She who had stayed so long left the place and her mate,
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