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Walt Whitman

Book I. Inscriptions: 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.

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