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 bards in fealty to Apollo hold.



Oft of one wide expanse had I been told



That deep-brow'd 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 star'd at the Pacific—and all his men



Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—



Silent, upon a peak in Darien.









