Une Bagatelle.

As Cynthia roam'd her course one night
Along her pale domain,
Earth held an object to her sight
That rivall'd all her train.

Cynthia, ama'zd, stood still to gaze,
Then Murcury bade to rise;
See! see! says she, see yonder blaze,
Go fetch it to the skies.

The silver chain that bore the star,
Announc'd a violent rent;
Hold! hold! cried Venus from her car,
'Tis only Jenny K--t.

-Possibly the Jenny of Jessamond Mill. Phill Hodgson A.K.A. Primrose.