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    O Captain! My Captain O Captain! My Captain!

    Our fearful trip is


    By Walt Whitman done.
    I The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize
    O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is we sought is won,
    done. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people
    The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize all exulting,
    we sought is won, While fellow eyes the steady keel, the vessel
    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people grim and daring;
    all exulting, II
    While fellow eyes the steady keel, the vessel But O heart! Heart! Heart!
    grim and daring; O the bleeding drops of red,
    II Where on the deck my captain lies;
    But O heart! Heart! Heart! Fallen cold and dead.
    O the bleeding drops of red, III
    Where on the deck my captain lies;
    Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the
    III bells:
    Rise up – for you the flag is flung – for you
    O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the the bugle trills
    bells: For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths
    Rise up – for you the flag is flung – for you For you shores a-crowding,
    the bugle trills For you they call, the swaying mass , their
    For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths eager faces turning;
    For you shores a-crowding, IV
    For you they call, the swaying mass , their
    eager faces turning; Here Captain! Dear father!
    IV This arm beneath your head
    Here Captain! Dear father! It is some dream that on the deck,
    This arm beneath your head
    It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.
    You’ve fallen cold and dead. V
    V
    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale
    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
    and still,
    My father does not feel my arm, he has no My father does not feel my arm, he has no
    pulse nor will, pulse nor will,
    The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its
    voyage closed and done, voyage closed and done,
    From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with
    object won. From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with
    object won.

    O Captain! My Captain
    By Walt Whitman
    I

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