Leaning Down

it is addressed thusly:
it reads:
But with shape and contour we see it now
A sight our masters would not e'er allow
The watchers hover, dispassion upon their brow
So full of stars, in golden heaven's bow.
a postscript is here written:
pinched like candy from here:

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