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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.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That
deep-browed 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
Looked at each
other with a wild surmise -
Silent, upon a peak in
Darien.
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