O Captain! My Captain!
Walt Whitman
1819 to 1892
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Where on the deck my Captain lies,
O the bleeding drops of red,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
Here Captain! dear father!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
Fallen cold and dead.
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
Fallen cold and dead.
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
It is some dream that on the deck,
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
This arm beneath your head!
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
You've fallen cold and dead.
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
But O heart! heart! heart!
But I with mournful tread,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,