"Both nets and spears drip, friends, with quarry's blood,
and the day has given us luck enough; again light
will return with the crimson chariot of Aurora,
and we will repeat the proposed work: now Phoebus partway
has come and breaks the fields themselves with his burning arrows.
Stop your work at once and carry home the well-formed nets!"
The men obeyed his order and paused their labor.
There was a vale grown dense with pine and sharp cypress,
named Gargaphie, the sacred haven of Diana,
where in the furthest part there was a shady recessed cave
formed by no art: but similar to art
was the genius of Nature herself; here from living rock
and light tufa she had created a natural arch;
a fountain sounded on the right holding sparkling waves,
on one side widening to a pool hemmed by grassy banks.
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