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.
- John Keats