Keats' Poems and Letters

Sonnet 1: To My Brother George

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,

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

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?