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 stared at the Pacific—and all his men
     Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—
     Silent upon a peak in Darien.