The Seven Wonders Sonnet
What could the former wits of old worlds say?
Even if Phidias had known thee well,
How could he cut stone to thy graces convey,
When serenity thy banks doth o'erswell?
What son of Hyperion had thy mirth?
What Pharos could harbor all of thy light?
What Carian Vault could entomb thy worth?
What Babylon better thy words delight?
What temple of moon on Aegean site
Or monument rising along unstanch-ed Nile
Could ever canopy thy frame in flight
Or house or hold the bold winds of thy style?
Character nine wonders to mend the book,
For thy image demands a second look.
