To Homer
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 wast thou 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 befell
To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell.
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links to analysis:
http://allpoetry.com/Sonnet-To-Homer
http://www2.latech.edu/~bmagee/211/keats/keats_notes.htm
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http://www.john-keats.com/phpboard/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=379
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