it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.

it reads:
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.

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