nec iam firmanti baculo nec virgine fida nititur, erectusque solo, desiste canendo, nata, ait, externae satis est mihi lucis, inertes discedunt nebulae, et vultum niger exuit aer.
No longer does he lean on his steadying staff or the faithful maiden, but standing erect from the ground: Cease your tale, my daughter, says he. I have light enough from without, the dull mists disperse, and the dark air strips away my face.
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