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.
(Walt Whitman)
More Poetry from Walt Whitman:
- A Proadway Pageant (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Boston Ballad, 1854 (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Woman Waits For Me (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Riddle Song (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A child said, What is the grass? (Walt Whitman Poems)