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OLD AGE'S SHIP AND CRAFTY DEATH'S.
FROM east and west across the horizon's edge,
Two mighty masterful vessels, sailers, steal upon us:
But we'll make race a-time upon the seas—a battle-contest yet! bear lively there!
(Our joys of strife and derring-do to the last!)
Put on the old ship all her power to-day!
Crowd extra top-gallants and royal studding-sails!
Out challenge and defiance—flags and flaunting pennants added,
As we take to the open—take to the deepest, freest waters.
Walt Whitman.
Notes
1. Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891). [back]