“There, she poured out her words of grief, tearfully, in faint tones, in harmony with sadness, just as the swan sings once, in dying, its own funeral song.”
Ovid in “The Story of Picus and Canens” (Metamorphoses, book XIV:320–396)
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[…] ifa kamau cush in faint tones, in harmony with sadness“ There, she poured out her words of grief, tearfully, in faint tones, in harmony with sadness, just as the swan sings once, in dying, its own funeral song.” Ovid in “The Story of Picus and Canens” (Metamorphoses, book XIV:320–396) […]
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