Give me your patience, sister, while I frame <br />Exact in capitals your golden name; <br />Or sue the fair Apollo and he will <br />Rouse from his heavy slumber and instill <br />Great love in me for thee and Poesy. <br />Imagine not that greatest mastery <br />And kingdom over all the Realms of verse, <br />Nears more to heaven in aught, than when we nurse <br />And surety give to love and Brotherhood. <br /> <br />Anthropophagi in Othello's mood; <br />Ulysses storm'd and his enchanted belt <br />Glow with the Muse, but they are never felt <br />Unbosom'd so and so eternal made, <br />Such tender incense in their laurel shade <br />To all the regent sisters of the Nine <br />As this poor offering to you, sister mine. <br /> <br />Kind sister! aye, this third name says you are; <br />Enchanted has it been the Lord knows where; <br />And may it taste to you like good old wine, <br />Take you to real happiness and give <br />Sons, daughters and a home like honied hive.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acrostic-georgiana-augusta-keats/
