O Captain! My Captain!
- Walt Whitman - O Captain! my Captain!
our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart!
heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain!
rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the falg is hung--for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreathes--for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the ..........
