32. Prefatory Sonnet.
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are cöntented with their cells; And studente with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest peak of Furnace Fells,. Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells. In truth the prison unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is: and hence to me, In sundry moods, 't was pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground: Pleased if some souls (for such there needs must be) Who have feit the weight of too much liberty, Should fïnd short solace. there, as I have found.
33. On first looking into Chapman's Homer.
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 feit 1 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.
34. Antoine et Cléopatre.
Tous deux ils regardaient, de la haute terrasse, L'Egypte s'endormir sous un ciel étouffant Et le Fleuve, a travers le Delta noir qu'il fend, Vers Bubaste ou Saïs rouler son onde grasse.