tum iactata toro totumque experta cubile ecce videt tenui candescere limen Eoo, nec minus insomnem lux orta refecit amantem, quam cum languentes levis erigit imber aristas grataque iam fessis descendunt flamina remis.
Then, as she tosses and turns restlessly, trying first one side and then the other on her couch, behold! She sees the doorway shining with a white light as the morning star fades. The dawn that has just risen refreshes the lovesick girl no less than a light rain that lifts the drooping ears of corn or a welcome breeze that descends upon tired rowers.