keats-homer

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 never did I breath its pure surene
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 started at the Pacific -and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise-
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.