1.
O Captain! my Captain! Our fearful trip is done
.
The ship has weathered 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 dead,
Where on the deck my captain lies
Fallen cold and dead.
2.
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 ribboned 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.
3.
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 anchored safe and sound, the voyage closed and
done
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won
Exult O shores and ring O bells
But I walk with mournful tread
Walk the deck my captain lies
Fallen cold and dead.
(1819-1892)
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.