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 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, 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 mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
~Walt Whitman~
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Some of the World's Most Famous Poems
PoetryThese are some of the worlds most famous poems I know. I love poems. You can suggest poems you know, just say the title and who it's by. Example: Nothing gold can stay by Robert Frost
