| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | With a Copy of Shelley | | By Harriet Monroe (1860–1936) |
| | | BEHOLD, I send thee to the heights of song, | |
| My brother! Let thine eyes awake as clear | |
| As morning dew, within whose glowing sphere | |
| Is mirrored half a world; and listen long, | |
| Till in thine ears, famished to keenness, throng | 5 |
| The bugles of the soul, till far and near | |
| Silence grows populous, and wind and mere | |
| Are phantom-choked with voices. Then be strong— | |
| Then halt not till thou seest the beacons flare | |
| Souls mad for truth have lit from peak to peak. | 10 |
| Haste on to breathe the intoxicating air— | |
| Wine to the brave and poison to the weak— | |
| Far in the blue where angels’ feet have trod, | |
| Where earth is one with heaven and man with God. | | | | |
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