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Ode on Melancholy
Ode to a Nightingale
Ode to Psyche
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
To A Friend
To Autumn
To Homer
To One who has been Long in City Pent
When I have Fears that I may Cease to Be

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.