After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds, After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes, Below, a myriad myriads waves hastening, lifting up
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Aboard at a Ship’s Helm by Walt Whitman
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
Song for All Seas, All Ships by Walt Whitman
1 To-day a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal, Of unnamed heroes in the ships-of waves
Fair Winds & Following Seas 