Passage to India（四）

 4     Passage to India！     Struggles of many a captain， tales of many a sailor dead，     Over my mood stealing and spreading they come，     Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach'd sky.     Along all history， down the slopes，     As a rivulet running， sinking now， and now again to the     surface rising，     A ceaseless thought， a varied train - lo， soul， to thee， thy     sight， they rise，     The plans， the voyages again， the expeditions；     Again Vasco de Gama sails forth，     Again the knowledge gain'd， the mariner's compass，     Lands