O Captain, My Captain!

BY WALT WHITMAN

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.