Fair Empress of the Poet’s soul,And Queen of Poetesses;Clarinda, take this little boon,This humble pair of glasses:
And fill them up with generous juice,As generous as your mind;And pledge them to the generous toast,“The whole of human kind!”
“To those who love us!” second fill;But not to those whom we love;Lest we love those who love not us—A third—“To thee and me, Love!”