Our second sphere, would you have guessed?
Is that star of morning;
Beloved above but all the rest
Lonesome hearts forlorning.
The day is sixth that we affix
A star-crossed day for certain
For love, compassion, beauty mix
Muse mistress behind the curtain!
Sociable souls for pair and fold;
Warm veil of morning, sanguine gold.
So are Venus' Children.