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
befel
To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell.
