The Ship StartingLo, the unbounded sea,On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying evenher 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.
Lo, the unbounded sea,On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying evenher 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.