If ever something happens that you long for and want and is unhoped for, this is
genuinely pleasing to the soul. And thus is it pleasing to us and far dearer
than gold, that you have returned, Lesbia, to longing me, you have returned to
me, longing and without hope, you brought yourself back to us. O day of whiter
note! Who lives more happily than I alone, or who can name things greater to be
wished for in this life?
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