The poem
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!”