Classic Poem

O star of Venus, gold glory of the night, Vesper, who excellest other stars with thy luminous glitter as the bright sun excels with his shining the tresses of Cynthia, Vesper, do not deny thy white light to me — and kisses — when I lean on the breast of Hyella. Sole friend on my way when all things are darkened in the night, when Cynthia withholds her light from me!
Lust of guile, desire of blood, draw me not forth, but the might of Cupidus, the summer-heat in my heart. Thou art star of Venus, mother of holy love; be thou kindly towards lovers.