O Captain! My Captain!
Oleh: Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,<br>
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,<br>
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br>
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;<br>
But O heart! heart! heart!<br>
O the bleeding drops of red,<br>
Where on the deck my Captain lies,<br>
Fallen cold and dead.