Written Upon the Top of Ben Nevis by John Keats

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 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!