The Ship Starting

Walt Whitman

   LO! THE unbounded sea!
   On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails--an ample
         Ship, carrying even her moonsails;
   The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so stately--
         below, emulous waves press forward,
   They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, and foam.

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