Robert Browning,
Jochanan Hakkadosh
(1883)
“ Purity to his visuals, both an aid "And hindrance,—how to eyes earth's air encrusts, When purged and perfect to receive truth's beam Pouring itself on the new sense it trusts "With all its plenitude of power,—how seem The intricacies now, of shade and shine, Oppugnant natures—Right and Wrong, we deem "Irreconcilable? O eyes of mine, Freed now of imperfection, ye avail To see the whole sight, nor may uncombine 750 "Henceforth what, erst divided, caused you quail— So huge the chasm between the false and true, The dream and the reality! ”
