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 I met, little or big,
"Ship ahoy!" thro' trumpet or by voice—from me some
friendly merry word at least,
For companionship and good-will to all and each.
WALT WHITMAN.
