Poem

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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