Saturday, November 7, 2009
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 exu;ting, While follow eyes stealy 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. (by: Walt Whitman)
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