O Captain!My Captain!
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 drop 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 ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they calls,the swaying mass,their eager faces turning;
Here Caption!dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Caption does not answer,his lips are pale and still,
My father does not fell my arm,he has no pulse nor will,
This ship is anchor'd 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!
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