"O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; 
The ship has weather’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.”

"O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; 
The ship has weather’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.”