Read Me A Lesson, Muse, And Speak It Loud

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 Vaporous 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!