LO! THE unbounded sea! <br /> On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails--an ample <br /> Ship, carrying even her moonsails; <br /> The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so stately-- <br /> below, emulous waves press forward, <br /> They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, and foam.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ship-starting/
