Leaves of grass (1872) | ||
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.
Leaves of grass (1872) | ||