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 The 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.