The Ship Starting
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.
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