Catullus 31

Darling of almost islands and of islands, Sirmio, whatever each Neptune bears in calm waters and the vast sea, how freely and how happily I see you, myself scarcely believing that I have left Thynia and Bithynian fields and see you in safety. O what is happier than loosed anxieties, when the mind puts down its burden, and, weary from wandering work, we come to our own Lar and we rest in (our) longed-for bed? This is one which is for such labors. Greetings, o lovely Sirmio, and rejoice with your rejoicing master; and you, o lake of Lydian water, laugh whatever there is of laughter at home.