My Captain does not
answer, his lips pale and still,
ship is anchor’d safe
February 12, 1809 – April 14, 1865
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.
According to Wikipedia, “O Captain! My Captain!” is an extended metaphor poem written by Walt Whitman in 1865 about the death of U.S. president Abraham Lincoln. Well received upon publication, the poem was Whitman’s first to be anthologized and the most popular during his lifetime. Together with “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d”, “Hush’d Be the Camps To-Day”, and “This Dust Was Once the Man”, it is one of four poems written by Whitman about the death of Lincoln.”
Behind Mr. Lincoln’s statue is carved these words.
“In this temple as in the hearts of the people for whom he saved the Union, the memory of Abraham Lincoln is enshrined forever
The people for whom he saved the Union.
That’s us.
Let’s don’t screw it up.
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