o captain!my captain!

　　o captain!my captain!our fearful tripdone,

　　the ship has weathered every rack,the prizesoughtwon,

　　the portnear,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 dropred,

　　wherethe deckcaptain lies,

　　fallen cold and dead.

　　o captain!my captain!riseand hear the bells；

　　rise up--for you the flagflung--for you the bugle trills,

　　for you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,

　　for you they calls,the swaying mass,their eager faces turning；

　　here caption!dear father!

　　this arm beneath your head!

　　itsome dream thatthe deck,

　　you've fallen cold and dead.

　　my caption does not answer,his lips are pale and still,

　　my father does not fellarm,he haspulse nor will,

　　this shipanchor'd safe and sound,its voyage closed and done,

　　from fearful trip the victor shipin with object won；

　　exult o shores,and ring o bells!