222. Verses to Clarinda, with Drinking Glasses
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!”
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