O CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather d1 every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting2,
While follow eyes the steady keel3, the vessel4 grim5 and daring6;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck7 my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise upfor you the flag is flung for you the bugle11 trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon d wreaths for you the shores a-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 d8 safe and sound, its voyage9 closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful10 tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.