The Ship
by Walt Whitman
· 1865
Published 01/07/1865
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.