| 1 | Much have I travelled 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-browed Homer ruled as his demesne; | |
| Yet never did I 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 |
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| He stared at the Pacific - and all his men | |
| Looked at each other with a wild surmise | |
| Silent, upon a peak in Darien. |
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