Lyric Poem · Dreams & Sleep
To My Brothers
by 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 fixed, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birthday, Tom, and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothly, quietly:
Many such eves of gently whispering noise
May we together pass, and calmly try
What are this world's true joys,—ere the great Voice
From its fair face shall bid our spirits fly.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- To My Brothers
- Poet
- John Keats
- Length
- 14 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Dreams & Sleep, Peace
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- Shape
- 14 lines · one 14-line stanza
- Line length
- Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).
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- Author record
- John Keats1795–1821
- Source record
- PoetryDBTo My Brothers by john-keats, PoetryDB transcription
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- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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