A Brother

When the Sun walks upon the blue sea-waters,
Smiling the shadows from yon purple hills,
We pace this shore,—I and my brother here,
Good Gerald. We arise with the shrill lark,
And both unbind our brows from sullen dreams;
And then doth my dear Brother, who hath worn
His cheek all pallid with perpetual thought,
Enrich me with sweet words; and oft a smile
Will stray amidst his lessons, as he marks
New wonder paint my cheek, or fondly reads,
Upon the burning page of my black eyes,
The truth reflected which he cast on me:—
For he is like the Sun,—giving me light;
Pouring into the caves of my young brain,
Knowledge from his bright fountains! Thus it is
I drink in the starry truth. Science and Art,
And Learning pale, all crown my thoughts with flowers;
And Music waiteth on me, sad and sweet;
And great Imagination, for my sake,
Lets loose her dreams, and bids her wonders flow
By me,—until I talk in poetry!
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