O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,<br />
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,<br />
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br />
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;<br />
    But O heart! heart! heart!<br />
     O the bleeding drops of red,<br />
      Where on the deck my Captain lies,<br />
        Fallen cold and dead.