O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! OUR FEARFUL TRIP IS DONE

THE SHIP HAS WEATHERED 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.