(idea) by yam Sun Apr 23 2000 at 1:04:42
From Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman:

Lo, the unbounded sea,
On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails,
The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds so stately--below emulous waves press forward,
They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam.
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