AFTER the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds; <br /> After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes, <br /> Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, <br /> Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: <br /> Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying, <br /> Waves, undulating waves--liquid, uneven, emulous waves, <br /> Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, <br /> Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface; <br /> Larger and smaller waves, in the spread of the ocean, yearnfully <br /> flowing; <br /> The wake of the Sea-Ship, after she passes--flashing and frolicsome, <br /> under the sun, 10 <br /> A motley procession, with many a fleck of foam, and many fragments, <br /> Following the stately and rapid Ship--in the wake following.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-sea-ship/
