https://poemofday.com/categories/whitman/Recent content in Whitman on Poem of the DayHugo -- gohugo.ioen-usSun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000https://poemofday.com/p/o-captain-my-captain/Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000https://poemofday.com/p/o-captain-my-captain/<p>O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather&rsquo;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 O heart! heart! heart! —O the bleeding drops of red! Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.</p> <p>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 ribbon&rsquo;d 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&rsquo;ve fallen cold and dead.</p> <p>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&rsquo;d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; —Exult O shores, and ring O bells! —But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.</p>