Sunday, February 05, 2006

O Captain! My Captain! Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass

193. O Captain! My Captain! Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass: "Walt Whitman (1819�1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

O Captain! My Captain!



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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! 5
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

2

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, 15
You�ve fallen cold and dead.

3

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."

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