Vidi te in somnis fracta, mea vita, carina Ionio lassas ducere rore manus, et quaecumque in me fueras mentita fateri, nec iam umore gravis tollere posse comas, qualem purpureis agitatam fluctibus Hellen, aurea quam molli tergore vexit ovis.
In a dream, my darling, I saw you shipwrecked and sweeping weary arms through the Ionian surge, confessing all your deceit towards me and no longer able to lift your tresses weighed down with water, like Helle tossed on the purple waves, whom the golden ram carried on his fleecy back.
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