Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly
states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western
islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed
Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and
bold:
Then felt I like some
watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into
his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle
eyes
He stared at the Pacific - and
all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise--
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
