Daedal

His daedale hand would faile, and greatly faint, / And her perfections with his error taint […]

The daedal hand of Nature.

Barquentine went into a form of a trance, the well-heads of his eyes appearing to cloud over and become opaque like miniature sargassos, of dull chalky-blue – the cataract veil – for it seemed that he was trying to remember the daedal days of his adolescence.