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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING REMEMBERED MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON MEROPE; A TRAGEDY by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 39. NOT CHRIST, BUT CHRIST'S GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ASPIRATIONS: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND |