Poetry & Verse
To My Brothers
By John KeatsSource: John Keats - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short96 words
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...
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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.
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