Hymn to Libra

Beatitude between us,
Wove a cloak of blue.
Rally the grove, Pan,
Seraphim are true!
Hearken, sweet Venus,
And linger your love, too.
At last, wed your myrtle, for a crown is lined with pearls anew. 


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