![]() ![]() 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 20 Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk 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 10 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. 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 is an elegy on the death of Pres. From 1867 the poem was included in the 1867 and subsequent editions of Leaves of Grass. It is hard to see anything particularly relevant to that occasion b.
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