Poem Passage:
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…
(Rise up for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills…)