O Captain My Captain

Captain! My Captain, our fearful trip is done
The ship has weathered 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 kneel, the vessel grim and daring
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drop of red
Where on the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead

Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells
Rise up – for you the flag is hung – for you the bugle trills
For you the bouquets and ribboned wreaths – for you the shores acrowding
For you the 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

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 anchored 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