O Captain! My Captain!

Walt Whitman

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1819 to 1892

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

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