To the sole concern in voyaging br Beyond an India dark and splendid br – Let it be time’s message, this greeting br Cape that your stern doubled br br As on some low yard plunging br Along with the vessel riding br Skimmed in constant frolicking br A bird bringing fresh tidings br br That without the helm flickering br Shrieked in pure monotones br An utterly useless bearing br Night, despair, and precious stones br br Reflected by its singing so br To the smile of pale Vasco.