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?

Source:

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

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