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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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ABOARD AT A SHIP'S HELM.
A young steersman steering with care. |
Through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, |
An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock'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 loud admonition, |
The bows turn, the freighted ship tacking speeds away under her
gray sails,
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The beautiful and noble ship with all her precious wealth speeds
away gayly and safe.
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But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship! |
Ship of the body, ship of the soul, voyaging, voyaging, voyaging. |
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