Cape Verde
Luís de Camoes
And now, from far the Libyan cape is seen,
Now by my mandate named the Cape of Green;
Where, midst the billows of the ocean, smiles
A flowery sister-train, the Happy Isles,
Our onward prows the murmuring surges lave;
And now, our vessels plough the gentle wave,
Where the blue islands, named of Hesper old,
Their fruitful bosoms to the deep unfold.
From the Lusiad
