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 lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birth-day Tom, and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothly, quietly.
Many such eves of gently whisp'ring 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.
2007-03-16 15:27:14 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Other - Arts & Humanities
hint: this poem is called" to my brithers"
2007-03-16 15:34:48 · update #1
on reading this, i believe this poem was write a person who cherish every moment he spent with his brother. he treasures his brother and to him with his brother by his side, time flies by.
2007-03-16 15:43:24 · update #2
i was wondering if you can take a look at the other question i asked after answering this. that poem is too deep for me to reach. either than death.. i can't seem to understand thatt poem
2007-03-16 15:44:47 · update #3
it is about his brother. i guess me_1720 is quite right. this pot cherishs his brother.
2007-03-16 16:15:10 · update #4
This is very beautiful.
A woman is laying buy the fire watching her lover, Tom, and relishing that they have spent another year together. His birthday has come and gone without any disasters and she looks forward to another year of finding happiness with each other.
2007-03-16 15:38:12 · answer #1 · answered by me_172001 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
hi... i don't speak english...
but i understand its beautiful...
good luck...
2007-03-16 17:29:42 · answer #2 · answered by °Maravillas ^^*!° 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋