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b"Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\nThis reading is part of Classic Poetry Aloud's celebration of one year of poetry podcasting (that's over 200 readings!). Donations to support Classic Poetry Aloud for another year would be welcome, just visit http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/ and click the 'PayPal Donate' button.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\n O Captain! My Captain!\\n\\nby Walt Whitman (1819 \\u2013 1892)\\n\\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 \\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 \\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."