Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces <br />Looking up into his own and reflecting the joy of his dream, <br />Yet did he seem <br />Gifted with eyes that could follow the gods to their holiest places. <br /> <br />I have no vision of gods, not of Eros with love-arrows laden, <br />Jupiter thundering death or of Juno his white-breasted queen, <br />Yet have I seen <br />All of the joy of the world in the innocent heart of a maiden.<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vision-46/
