| John Keats (1795–1821). The Poetical Works of John Keats. 1884. |
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| 14. To My Brother George |
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| 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 laurel’d peers | |
| Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;— | |
| The ocean with its vastness, its blue green, | 5 |
| Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,— | |
| Its voice mysterious, which whoso 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 | 10 |
| 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? | |
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