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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
uncurtained 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 befell
To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven,
and Hell.
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