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 |
