After a Trip to the Interlibrary Loan Office

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.

– John Keats (with thanks to the Mr. Green who taught Literature 12 an age ago across the ocean sea)