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O Captain! My Captain!: Walt Whitman

The poem mourns the death of the captain of a ship. In 3 sentences: The ship has survived perilous travels and achieved its goal, but upon returning to port the narrator finds the captain dead on the deck from unknown causes. The narrator tries to rouse the captain, calling him father, but to no avail - the captain is fallen cold and dead despite the cheers of victory from the crew and shore.

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O Captain! My Captain!: Walt Whitman

The poem mourns the death of the captain of a ship. In 3 sentences: The ship has survived perilous travels and achieved its goal, but upon returning to port the narrator finds the captain dead on the deck from unknown causes. The narrator tries to rouse the captain, calling him father, but to no avail - the captain is fallen cold and dead despite the cheers of victory from the crew and shore.

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O Captain! My Captain!

BY  W AL T W HI TM AN
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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