1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip
is done; |
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| The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we
sought is won; |
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| The port is near, the bells I hear, the people
all exulting, |
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| While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel
grim and daring: |
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| But O heart! heart!
heart! |
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| O the
bleeding drops of red, |
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| Where
on the deck my Captain lies, |
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| Fallen
cold and dead. |
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2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; |
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| Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the
bugle trills; |
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| For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you
the shores a-crowding; |
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| For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager
faces turning; |
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| Here Captain! dear
father! |
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| This arm
beneath your head; |
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| It
is some dream that on the deck, |
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| You’ve
fallen cold and dead. |
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3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; |
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| My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
nor will; |
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| The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage
closed and done; |
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| From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with
object won; |
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| Exult, O shores, and
ring, O bells! |
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| But I, with mournful
tread, |
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| Walk
the deck my Captain lies, |
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| Fallen
cold and dead. |
