But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the forum 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 thread;
It is some dream that on the forum,
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 near closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I,
With a mournful thread,
Walk the forum my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.