Georgiana Augusta Keats by John Keats

Give me your patience, sister, while I frameExact in capitals your golden name;Or sue the fair Apollo and he willRouse from his heavy slumber and instillGreat love in me for thee and Poesy.Imagine not that greatest masteryAnd kingdom over all the Realms of verse,Nears more to heaven in aught, than when we nurseAnd surety give to love and Brotherhood.Anthropophagi in Othello's mood;Ulysses storm'd 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 shadeTo all the regent sisters of the NineAs 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 giveSons, daughters and a home like honied hive