| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Under Brooklyn Bridge | | By Charles de Kay (1848–1935) |
| | | O RESTLESS throng, massed on the shovel prow | |
| That eats the moonlit reaches of the river, | |
| Ye feel them too, those mysteries that quiver | |
| Through deeps of tenderness on high, below, | |
| Shooting in stars, glancing through eyes that glow | 5 |
| Yellow, red, green among the barks, and shiver | |
| The North with splendors from a boundless giver | |
| And seam the dark with lamps that come and go. | |
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| For hushed are hoof-stamp, babble and the sharp | |
| Jangle of bells, and songs uncouth are still; | 10 |
| O’erhead resounds the vast Æolian harp | |
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| Built for the god of storms by human will, | |
| The Bridge—whose twin colossi with their warp | |
| Frame for the dawn’s white feet a curving sill. | | | | |
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