Much have I travel'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; But of one wide expanse had I been told, That deep-brow'd Homer rul'd as his demesne; Yet could I never judge what men could mean, 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 a stout CORTEZ, when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific, — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise,— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
