MUCH have I travell'd in the realms of gold

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;

Round many western islands have I been

Which bards1 in fealty2 to Apollo hold.

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne3:

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene4

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 ken5;

Or like stout6 Cortez when with eagle eyes

He stared at the Pacificand all his men

Look'd at each other with a wild surmise

Silent upon a peak in Darien.