O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN
Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every reack, 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 drop of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Falled cold and dead.
Oh Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the beels;
Rise up-- for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores
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 falled cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips and pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage close and done;
From fearful tip, 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.