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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Man-of-War-Bird</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm,<br> Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions,<br> (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended'st,<br> And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,)<br> Now a blue point, far, far in heaven floating,<br> As to the light emerging here on deck I watch thee,<br> (Myself a speck, a point on the world's floating vast.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Far, far at sea,<br> After the night's fierce drifts have strewn the shores with wrecks,<br> With re-appearing day as now so happy and serene,  10<br> The rosy and elastic dawn, the flashing sun,<br> The limpid spread of air cerulean,<br> Thou also re-appearest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Thou born to match the gale, (thou art all wings,)<br> To cope with heaven and earth and sea and hurricane,<br> Thou ship of air that never furl'st thy sails,<br> Days, even weeks untired and onward, through spaces, realms gyrating,<br> At dusk that look'st on Senegal, at morn America,<br> That sport'st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud,<br> In them, in thy experience, had'st thou my soul,  20<br> What joys! what joys were thine!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a></strong></div>