POEMS OLD AND NEW
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close ; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forgo his mortal nature.
john keats
ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S
HOMER
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.	10
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That  deep-brow'd  Homer  ruled  as his  de-
mesne ;
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.	20
john keats
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