To My Brothers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBAACADAD

Small busy flames play through the fresh laid coalsA
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creepB
Like whispers of the household gods that keepB
A gentle empire o'er fraternal soulsA
And while for rhymes I search around the polesA
Your eyes are fixed as in poetic sleepB
Upon the lore so voluble and deepB
That aye at fall of night our care condolesA
This is your birthday Tom and I rejoiceA
That thus it passes smoothly quietlyC
Many such eves of gently whispering noiseA
May we together pass and calmly tryD
What are this world's true joys ere the great VoiceA
From its fair face shall bid our spirits flyD

John Keats



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