Headnote TK.
| 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. |
loyalty | |
| 5 | Oft of one wide expanse had I been told | |
| That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;° |
realm | |
| 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;° | awareness |
| 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. |