Read Me A Lesson, Muse, And Speak It Loud Upon The Top Of Nevis, Blind In Mist! I Look Into The Chasms, And A Shroud Vapourous Doth Hide Them, Just So Much I Wist Mankind Do Know Of Hell; I Look O'Erhead, And There Is Sullen Mist, Even So Much Mankind Can Tell Of Heaven; Mist Is Spread Before The Earth, Beneath Me, Even Such, Even So Vague Is Man'S Sight Of Himself! Here Are The Craggy Stones Beneath My Feet, Thus Much I Know That, A Poor Witless Elf, I Tread On Them, That All My Eye Doth Meet Is Mist And Crag, Not Only On This Height, But In The World Of Thought And Mental Might!