These pale-visaged Gods who from Spain traveled here,
I’d be in the forest, not bound to the mast,
As the Nina rolls on and the shore flyeth past.
Good-bye, tropic islands! Good-bye, Salvador!
My spirit is crushed; my free life is o’er.
Farewell, beloved palm trees! Farewell and adieu!
My home is behind me and fades from my view.
AMERIGO VESPUCCI: