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.