Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats

by John 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! 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 give
    Sons, daughters and a home like honied hive.