O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; <br /> The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; <br /> The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, <br /> While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: <br /> But O heart! heart! heart! <br /> O the bleeding drops of red, <br /> Where on the deck my Captain lies, <br /> Fallen cold and dead. <br /> <br /> <br /> O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; <br /> Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10 <br /> For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; <br /> For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; <br /> Here Captain! dear father! <br /> This arm beneath your head; <br /> It is some dream that on the deck, <br /> You've fallen cold and dead. <br /> <br /> <br /> My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; <br /> My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; <br /> The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; <br /> From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20 <br /> Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! <br /> But I, with mournful tread, <br /> Walk the deck my Captain lies, <br /> Fallen cold and dead.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-captain-my-captain/
