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