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To My Brothers

Other Sonnets of 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 …

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