Many the wonders I this day have seen: br The sun, when first he kissed away the tears br That filled the eyes of Morn;—the laurelled peers br Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;— br The ocean with its vastness, its blue green, br Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears, br Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears br Must think on what will be, and what has been. br E'en now, dear George, while this for you I write, br Cynthia is from her silken curtains peeping br So scantly, that it seems her bridal night, br And she her half-discovered revels keeping.