It lies not in the wonted place, assigned
By nature's laws, but fills its mother's side.375
It moves its members with a feeble groan;
Its unformed limbs with trembling rigors twitch.
Black blood has stained the darkened entrails all;
The mangled bodies strive e'en yet to move,
Make show to rise, and menace with their horns
The priestly hands. The entrails shun the touch.380
Nor is that lowing which has frightened thee
The deep-voiced roar of bulls, nor do the calls