Oh, Captain! My Captain!

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Oh, Captain! My Captain! ---By Walt Whitman Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is worn, 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 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 or 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, O Shores! and ring, O bell! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Captain! My captain! Walt Whitman, captain! My captain! The terrifying journey is complete ； Having braved numerous risks, the ship has achieved its goal. The port is in sight, the bells ring, and people are joyful. Millions of eyes watched the ship—steady, brave, resolute. But it’s heartbreaking! Heartbreaking! Heartbreaking! Look at the drops of bright red blood! My captain lies on the deck; he has gone down, cold, forever gone. Ah, Captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bells ； Rise, for the trumpets sound for you, and the banners are raised high for you ； Facing you, so many bouquets and wreaths—waiting for you, millions gather on the shore ； They shout at you, crowd around, raising their eager faces ； Ah, Captain! Dear Father! My arm is supporting your head! Was it just a dream: on the deck, you went down, cold, forever gone. My captain remained silent, his lips pale, motionless ； My father couldn’t feel my arm; there was no pulse, no last words ； The ship anchored and came to a stop, arriving safely ； End of voyage ； After facing many difficulties on the return journey, they achieved their goal of victory. Ah, the bells on the shore ring in unison; ah, the people are in exuberant joy! But I was on the deck, beside the captain, heartbroken and with heavy steps: for he had fallen, cold, forever gone.