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.