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WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"
, a poem first published in Good-Bye My Fancy in 1891. On, on the Same, ye Jocund Twain, Manuscript
My life and recitative, containing birth, youth, mid-age years, Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably
twined and merged in one—combining all, My single soul—aims, confirmations, failures, joys—Nor single
soul alone, I chant my nation's crucial stage, (America's, haply humanity's) —the trial great, the victory
common bulk, the general average horde, (the best no sooner than the worst)—And now I chant old age, (My
snow-white hairs the same, and give to pulses winter- cool'd the same;) As here in careless trill, I and my
GOOD-BYE MY FANCY. * T HERE is something at once very pathetic and courageous in this definitive leave-taking
My life and recitative . . . . . .I and my recitatives, with faith and love Waiting to other work, to
And again: Good-bye my Fancy, Farewell dear mate, dear love!
May-be it is you the mortal knot really undoing, turning— so now finally Good-bye—and hail, my Fancy.
Good-Bye My Fancy