There is so much in this spectacular poem, one of the most enjoyable poets. He expresses some of the sentiments voiced on here about leaving mother Africa:
Rounding the Cape" by Roy Campbell
"The low sun whitens on the flying squalls,
against the cliffs the long grey surge is rolled
where Adamastor from his marble halls
threatens the sons of Lusus as of old."
"Faint on the glare uptowers the dauntless form
into whose shade abysmal we draw,
down on our decks, from far above the storm
grin the stark ridges of his broken jaw."
"Across his back, unheeded, we have broken
whole forests: heedless of the blood we've spilled,
in thunder still his prophecies are spoken,
in silence, by the centuries, fulfilled."
"Farewell, terrific shade! though I go free
still of the powers of darkness art thou Lord:
I watch the phantom sinking in the sea
of all that I have hated or adored."
"The prow glides smoothly on through seas quiescent:
but where the last point sinks into the deep,
the land lies dark beneath the rising crescemt,
and Night, the Negro, murmurs in his sleep."]