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Show IS CABI2TD SHIPS AT SEA. In cabln'd ships at sea. The boundless blue on every side expand-iiisr. expand-iiisr. With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves. Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine. Where Joyous fuU of faith, spreading white sails. She cleaves the ether 'mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night. By sailors young and old, haply will I, a ren iniscence of the land, be read. In full rapport at last. Here are our thoughts, voyager's thoughts, Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, ap-pears, may then by them be said. The sky o'e -reaches here, we feel the undulating un-dulating deck beneath our feet. We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion. The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestion of the briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables. The perfume, the faint creaking of -the cordage, the melancholy rhythm. The boundless vista and the horUon far and dim are all here. And this Is ocean's poem. Then falter not, Oh, book, fulfill your destiny, des-tiny, Tou not a reminiscence of the land alone. You, too, as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos d I know not whither, yet ever full of faith. Consort to every ship that sails, sail you! Bear forth to them folded my love dear mariners, for you I fold It here in every leaf): Speed on,, my book! spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious im-perious waves. Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea. This song for mariners and all their ships. 1 .... -walt whitman |