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 Cortes 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.