O Captain My Captain

oh captain my captain by walt whitman
oh 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.
oh captain my captain rise up and hear tue 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,
this ship is anchor'd safe and sound, it's 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 wournful tread,
walk the deck my captain lies,
fallen cold and dead