Poem 42 - O Captain! My Captain!

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O Captain! My Captain! – Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered 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 flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; 
  Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; 
  It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.
 
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 
  Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, 
  Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.