Aboard at a Shipâ€™s Helm. by Walt Whitman
, at a shipâ€™s helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.
A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
An ocean-bellâ€”O a warning bell, rockâ€™d by the waves.
O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing,
Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.
For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bellâ€™s admonition,
The bows turn,â€”the freighted ship, tacking, speeds away under her gray sails,
The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious wealth, speeds away gaily and safe.
But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship!
O ship of the bodyâ€”ship of the soulâ€”voyaging, voyaging, voyaging.