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.