The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize
we sought is won;
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The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
00:21
While follow eyes the steady keel,
the vessel grim and daring:
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But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of Red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
00:36
O captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells
Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for you the bugle trills;
00:43
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths - for you the shores a-crowding
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
00:52
00:52
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath you head;
It is some dream that on the deck.
You've fallen cold and dead.
01:02
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'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful tip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
01:19
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.