The people of the ship heard bells as they are getting ready on the port. It was morning as the crew was ready.
Sadly no one expected their captain, his pale skin, unmoving, fallen cold and dead.
The people of their home, crowding for their arrival. Bringing bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for their dearest captain.
O Captain! my Captain!our fearful trip is done,Theship has weather’devery rack, the prize we sought is won,Theport is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,Whilefollow eyes thesteady keel, the vessel grim and daring; ButOheart! heart! heart! Othebleeding drops of red, Whereonthe deck my Captain lies, Fallencoldand dead. captain! my Captain!rise up and hear the bells;Riseup—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,Foryou they call, theswaying mass, their eager faces turning; HereCaptain!dear father! Thisarmbeneath your head! Itissome dream that on the deck, You’vefallencoldand dead. My Captain does notanswer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feelmy arm, he has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchor’d safeand sound, its voyage closed and done,Fromfearful trip thevictor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! ButIwith mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallencoldand dead.
The captain's body was pale and lay there like he's dreaming. There was no pulse, no while, and he stayed still.
"Exult O shores, ring O bell But I with my mournful tread, walk the deck my captain lies,fallen cold and dead"