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.
by: Walt Whitman
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