Complete Prose Works

Walt Whitman · Chapter 331 of 363

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Complete Prose Works

Ship Ahoy

    In dreams I was a ship, and sail'd the boundless seas,
    Sailing and ever sailing—all seas and into every port, or out
      upon the offing,
    Saluting, cheerily hailing each mate, met or pass'd, little or big,
    "Ship ahoy!" thro' trumpet or by voice—if nothing more, some
      friendly merry word at least,
    For companionship and good will for ever to all and each.