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b'Walt Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com\\n\\nGiving voice to poetry of the past.\\n\\n-----------------------------------\\n\\n O Captain! My Captain!\\nby Walt Whitman (1819 \\u2013 1892)\\n\\nO CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; \\nThe ship has weather\\u2019d every rack, the prize we sought is won; \\nThe port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, \\nWhile follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: \\n But O heart! heart! heart! \\n O the bleeding drops of red, \\n Where on the deck my Captain lies, \\n Fallen cold and dead. \\n \\nO Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; \\nRise up\\u2014for you the flag is flung\\u2014for you the bugle trills; \\nFor you bouquets and ribbon\\u2019d wreaths\\u2014for you the shores a-crowding; \\nFor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; \\n Here Captain! dear father! \\n This arm beneath your head; \\n It is some dream that on the deck, \\n You\\u2019ve fallen cold and dead. \\n \\nMy Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; \\nMy father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; \\nThe ship is anchor\\u2019d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; \\nFrom fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; \\n Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! \\n But I, with mournful tread, \\n Walk the deck my Captain lies, \\n Fallen cold and dead. \\n\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008.'