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.
Oft on one wide expanse had I
been told
That deep-brow'd 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 star'd at the Pacific - and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise -
Silent, upon a
peak in Darien.
http://www.john-keats.com/gedichte/on_first_looking_into.htm
|