(TRANSLATED FROM THE FIFTH BOOK OF THE LUSIAD OF CAMOENS.)
Propitious winds our daring bark impell’d
O’er seas which mortal ne’er till then beheld,
When as one eve, devoid of care, we stood
Watching the prow glide swiftly through the flood,
High o’er our heads arose a cloud so vast,
O’er sea and heaven a fearful shade it cast:
Awful, immense, it came! so thick, so drear,
Its gloomy grandeur chill’d our hearts with fear,
And the dark billow heaved with distant roar,