oh，captain! my captain!

Oh,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 Oh,heart!heart!heart!
　　Oh,the bleeding drops of red!
　　Where on the deck my Captain lies,
　　Fallen cold and dead.
　　Oh,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 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, Oh,shores!and ring, O bells!
　　But I,with mournful tread,
　　Walk the deck my captain lies,
　　Fallen cold and dead.