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<h2> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0186" id="link2H_4_0186"></SPAN> O Captain! My Captain! </h2>
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,<br/>
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,<br/>
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br/>
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;<br/>
But O heart! heart! heart!<br/>
O the bleeding drops of red,<br/>
Where on the deck my Captain lies,<br/>
Fallen cold and dead.<br/>
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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;<br/>
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,<br/>
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,<br/>
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;<br/>
Here Captain! dear father!<br/>
This arm beneath your head!<br/>
It is some dream that on the deck,<br/>
You’ve fallen cold and dead.<br/>
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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,<br/>
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,<br/>
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,<br/>
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;<br/>
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!<br/>
But I with mournful tread,<br/>
Walk the deck my Captain lies,<br/>
Fallen cold and dead.<br/></p>
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