To Homer

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
  Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,
As one who sits ashore and longs perchance
  To visit dolphin—coral in deep seas.
So thou wast blind;—but then the veil was rent,
  For Jove uncurtain’d Heaven to let thee live,
And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent,
  And Pan made sing for thee his forest—hive;
Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,
  And precipices show untrodden green,
There is a budding morrow in midnight,
  There is a triple sight in blindness keen;
Such seeing hadst thou, as it once befel
To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell.
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