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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