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my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, The most prejudiced will not deny that that
indeed, mattered little to him, for he has bided his time patiently and serenely, and when such captains
I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you
my respects.
The air tastes good to my palate.
Another song on the death of Lincoln, "Oh Captain! My Captain!"
do I not see my love fluttering out there among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!
But my love no more, no more with me! We two together no more!
he screams to a gaping universe: "I, Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a Cosmos; I shout my
voice high and clear over the waves; I send my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."
From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there in the mist, From the thousand responses in my
O what is my destination? O I fear it is henceforth chaos!"