O Captain! My Captain!

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.