GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.5.17-3.5.28 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.5.17-3.5.28

Before descending mists can make it flow.She, with a lusty bull, her happy mate,Delighted, on the tender herbage sat;There, as he crops the flow'rs, and chews the cud,Feasting a second time upon his food,His limbs with sudden heaviness oppress'd,He bends his head, and sinks to pleasing rest.A noisy crow, cleaving the liquid air,Thrice with lewd bill pick'd off the heifer's hair;The glossy white imbib'd a spreading blot,But on her breast appear'd a livid spot.The cow rose slowly from her consort's side,