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-braw'd Homer ruled as his demesne;

    Yet did I never breathe its pure serene

Till I heard Chapman speak loud and bold

Then felt like some watcher of the skies

    When a new planet swims into his ken;

Or like stout Coretz, 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.