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Georgiana Augusta Keats / 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 instill / 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 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 shade / To all the regent sisters of the Nine / As this poor offering to you, sister mine.
Kind sister! ay, 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.