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To My Brother George

John Keats·1795–1821
Lines:14Movement:Romanticism
Many the wonders I this day have seen:The sun, when first he kissed away the tearsThat filled the eyes of Morn;—the laurelled peersWho 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 hearsMust 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 peepingSo scantly, that it seems her bridal night,And she her half-discovered revels keeping.But what, without the social thought of thee,Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?