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/sonnet-xi-on-first-looking-into-chapman-s-homer/
