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O Captain! My Captain!O Captain! My Captain
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, Fallen cold and dead.
Oh Captain! my Captain! our dangerous journey is over, The ship has survived every storm, the reward we wanted is won, The harbor is close, I hear the bells, everyone is celebrating, While eyes follow the steady ship, the vessel grim and daring; But oh heart! heart! heart! Oh the bleeding red drops, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Oh Captain! my Captain! get up and hear the bells; Get up—for you the flag is raised—for you the bugle sounds, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores are crowded, For you they call, the swaying crowd, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm under your head; It feels like a 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 or will, The ship is anchored safe and sound, its journey finished and done, From dangerous trip the victorious ship, comes in with goal achieved; Celebrate, oh shores, and ring, oh bells! But I, with sad steps, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.