O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship was weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyesthe steady kelel, 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 - O Captain! My Captain!