Will you sing also, lacing loves / through the bitter warp of time,
(Time, devourer of beauty, ravenous / for all good things
As a lusty youth) in tunes / whose golden thread is joy? Let
The pleats of your tawny hair fall / in unctuous folds
While you work, as a cloak / for your sinuous breasts? Muse,
Never have I desired to possess you, never / until now
So mightily as a stream, / roaring into rapids, plunges
Down the separation of / a doubled earth, and pours
Across his brother's face / the tendrils of a limpid mist.
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