O Captain! My Captain! Poem BY WALT WHITMAN

O Captain! My Captain!

BY WALT WHITMAN

O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! 0ur fearful trip is d0ne,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we s0ught is w0n,
The p0rt is near, the bells I hear, the pe0ple all exulting,
While f0ll0w eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But 0 heart! heart! heart!
0 the bleeding dr0ps 0f red,
Where 0n the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen c0ld and dead.

0 Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—f0r y0u the flag is flung—F0r y0u the bugle trills,
F0r y0u B0uquets and Ribb0n’d wreaths—F0r y0u the sh0res a-cr0wding,
F0r y0u they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath y0ur head!
It is s0me dream that 0n the deck,
Y0u’ve fallen C0ld and dead.

My Captain d0es n0t answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father d0es n0t feel my arm, he has n0 pulse n0r will,
The ship is anch0r’d safe and s0und, its v0yage cl0sed and d0ne,
Fr0m fearful trip the vict0r ship c0mes in with 0bject w0n;
Exult 0 sh0res, and ring 0 bells!
But I with m0urnful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen c0ld and dead.