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! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. - Walt Whitman
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 08:57:21 +0000
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