O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
\nThe ship has weather\u2019d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
\nThe port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
\nWhile follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
\nBut O heart! heart! heart!
\nO the bleeding drops of red,
\nWhere on the deck my Captain lies,
\nFallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
\nRise up\u201d\u201dfor you the flag is flung\u201d\u201dfor you the bugle trills;
\nFor you bouquets and ribbon\u2019d wreaths\u201d\u201dfor you the shores a-crowding;
\nFor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
\nHere Captain! dear father!
\nThis arm beneath your head;
\nIt is some dream that on the deck,
\nYou\u2019ve fallen cold and dead.<\/p>\n
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
\nMy father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
\nThe ship is anchor\u2019d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
\nFrom fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
\nExult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
\nBut I, with mournful tread,
\nWalk the deck my Captain lies,
\nFallen cold and dead.<\/p>\n
–Walt Whitman (1819\u201d\u201c1892)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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