| | | 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. |
| 5 | | 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 |
| 10 | | When a new planet swims into his ken; |
| | Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes |
| | | He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men |
| | | Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— |
| | | Silent, upon a peak in Darien. |
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First published 1817.
Contributed by Daniel Robinson.
