Walt Witman Poem
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- O Captain! My Captain! By Walt Witman
- O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
- The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
- The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
- 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-crowdingFor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager facer turning
- My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
- Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deckYou've fallen cold and dead.
- From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I mournful tread,Walk the deck my captain lies,,Fallen cold and dead.
- The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
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