GIVE me your patience Sister while I frame Exact in Capitals your golden name Or sue the fair Apollo and he will Rouse from his heavy slumber and instil Great love in me for thee and Poesy. Imagine not that greatest mastery And kingdom over all the Realms of verse Nears more to Heaven in aught than when we nurse And surety give to love and Brotherhood. Anthropophagi in Othello's mood; Ulysses stormed, and his enchanted belt Glow with the Muse, but they are never felt Unbosom'd so and so eternal made, Such tender incense in their Laurel shade, To all the regent sisters of the Nine As this poor offering to you, sister mine. Kind sister! aye, this third name says you are; Enchanted has it been the Lord knows where. And may it taste to you like good old wine, Take you to real happiness and give Sons, daughters and a home like honied hive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN NOREMBEGA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CLOUDED SOUL by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA BOUGHT WITH A PRICE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON BEREAVEMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |