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