To My Brother George

by John Keats

Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kist away the tears
That fill'd the eyes of Morn; -- the laurell'd peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean; --
The Ocean with its vastness, its blue green,
Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears, --
Its voice mysterious, which who so hears
Must think on what will be, and what has been.
E'en now, dear George, while this for you I write,
Cynthia is from her silken curtains peeping
So scantly, that it seems her bridal night,
And she her half-discover'd revels keeping.
But what, without the social thought of thee,
Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?


The poetical works of John Keats.
Copyright 1871
James Miller, 647 Broadway, New York

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