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==Pervigilium Veneris==

The swans, with hoarse voice, are trumpeting over the pools;

The young wife of Tereus sings under the poplar shade,

Making you think her melodious mouth was moved by love,

And not a sister's complaint of her barbarous husband.

She is singing, I am mute.  When will my springtime come?

When shall I become like the swallow, that I cease being silent?

I have lost my Muse through being silent, and Phoebus does not

:regard me; 

So did Amyclae, through being voiceless, perish by its very silence.

Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and let him who has

:tomorrow love.