To Homer

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,As one who sits ashore and longs perchanceTo 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;Ay 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 befellTo Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell.