Oh,Captain! my Captain!

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 Oh,heart!heart!heart!
  Oh,the bleeding drops of red!
  Where on the deck my Captain lies,
  Fallen cold and dead.
  Oh,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 the shores 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;
  The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
  From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
  Exult, Oh,shores!and ring, O bells!
  But I,with mournful tread,
  Walk the deck my captain lies,
  Fallen cold and dead.

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