1

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we
　　　sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and
　　　daring:
But O heart! heart! heart! 5
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

2

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle
　　　trills; 10
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, 15
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

3

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’d safe and sound, its voyage closed
　　　and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object
　　　won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.