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.