<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div><span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; ">O Captain! My Captain!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "><br></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; ">O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;<br>The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;<br>The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br>While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:<br>But O heart! heart! heart!<br>O the bleeding drops of red,<br>Where on the deck my Captain lies,<br>Fallen cold and dead.<br><br><br>O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;<br>Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10<br>For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;<br>For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;<br>Here Captain! dear father!<br>This arm beneath your head;<br>It is some dream that on the deck,<br>You've fallen cold and dead.<br><br><br>My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;<br>My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;<br>The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;<br>From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20<br>Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!<br>But I, with mournful tread,<br>Walk the deck my Captain lies,<br>Fallen cold and dead. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "><br></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>- Walt Whitman</span></div></div></div></body></html>