Leaves of Grass

BOOK I. INSCRIPTIONS

The Ship Starting

Lo, the unbounded sea,
On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, 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.

Walt Whitman

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