Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, <br /> And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; <br /> Round many western islands have I been <br /> Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. <br /> Oft of one wide expanse had I been told <br /> That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; <br /> Yet did I never breathe its pure serene <br /> Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: <br /> Then felt I like some watcher of the skies <br /> When a new planet swims into his ken; <br /> Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes <br /> He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men <br /> Look'd at each other with a wild surmise-- <br /> Silent, upon a peak in Darien.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-first-looking-into-chapman-s-homer/
