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The Ship

Lo! THE unbounded sea!
On its breast a Ship, 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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