L. mirabar, quae tanta foret tibi causa morandi, cur tua cessaret taciturnis fistula silvis et solus Stimicon caneret pallente corymbo: quem sine te maesti tenero donavimus haedo.
L. I wondered what could be reason enough for your delay, why your pipe was idle in the silent woods, and why Stimicon, decked in pale ivy, sang alone: to him, for want of you, we have sadly awarded a tender kid.
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