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THE SHIP STARTING.
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.