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