To My Brother

by John Keats

Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fix'd, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birth-day, Tom, and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothy, quietly:
Many such eves of gently whispering noise
May we together pass, and calmly try
What are this world's true joys, -- ere the great Voice
From its fair face shall bid our spirits fly.


The poetical works of John Keats.
Copyright 1871
James Miller, 647 Broadway, New York

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