Leaves of Grass (1881-82)

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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.
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