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 Ship Starting, The. by Walt Whitman 
						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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