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O Captain! My Captain!: Walt Whitman

This poem is about a captain who has died aboard his ship after successfully completing a voyage. In three sentences: The speaker addresses their fallen captain with grief, finding him dead on the ship's deck after a successful and perilous journey, despite the nearing port and sounds of celebration. Though the ship is safely anchored after achieving its objective, the speaker can only mournfully walk where their captain now lies cold and dead, having fallen during the triumphant return.

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O Captain! My Captain!: Walt Whitman

This poem is about a captain who has died aboard his ship after successfully completing a voyage. In three sentences: The speaker addresses their fallen captain with grief, finding him dead on the ship's deck after a successful and perilous journey, despite the nearing port and sounds of celebration. Though the ship is safely anchored after achieving its objective, the speaker can only mournfully walk where their captain now lies cold and dead, having fallen during the triumphant return.

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O Captain! My Captain!

BY W A LT WH I TM A N
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.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;


Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle
trills,
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,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
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;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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