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