Classic Poem

If joys unlook'd for can delight impart,
And win with sweet surprize the wishful heart;
Then far beyond what gold's vain idol grants
Is thy Catullus blest in all he wants:
Blest, that his Lesbia to these longing arms
Restores the treasures of her boundless charms!
Restores them, when he thought the blessing gone!
O day, distinguish'd by a whiter stone!
Then who can say his life is happier spent;
Or who is more enrich'd, or more content?