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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 244 of 382 · Whispers of Heavenly Death

What Ship Puzzled at Sea

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What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning? Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect pilot needs? Here, sailor! here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot, Whom, in a little boat, putting off and rowing, I hailing you offer.

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