Leaves of Grass (1867)


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THE SHIP.

Lo! THE unbounded sea!
On its breast a Ship, 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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