Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes
Not heat flames up and consumes, / Not sea-waves hurry in and out,
The Ship Starting
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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 she speeds so stately--
below emulous waves press forward,
They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam.
More poems by Walt Whitman
Election Day, November, 1884
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, / 'Twould not be you, Niagara--nor you, ye limitless prairies--nor
After the Supper and Talk
After the supper and talk--after the day is done, / As a friend from friends his final withdrawal prolonging,
Old War-Dreams
In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, / Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)