The picture is as vivid as if done with a brush. Every
great book, every great poem is a new world, an undiscovered country.
Every learned person is a whole territory, a universe of new thought.
Every one who does anything with a heart for it, every specialist every
one, however simple, who is strenuous and genuine, is a "new
discovery." Let us give credit to the smallest planet that is true to
its own orbit.
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-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 stared at the Pacific--and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise--
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
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