O Captain! My Captain! | ||||||||||||||||
By Walt Whitman |
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, 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, | ||||||||||||||||
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 ribbon'd 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 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! | ||||||||||||||||
But I with mournful tread, | ||||||||||||||||
Walk the deck my Captain lies, |