Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Under Brooklyn BridgeCharles de Kay (18481935)
O
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
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.
Jangle of bells, and songs uncouth are still;
O’erhead resounds the vast Æolian harp
The Bridge—whose twin colossi with their warp
Frame for the dawn’s white feet a curving sill.