"Oh Captain, My Captain"

Full Title

"Oh Captain, My Captain"

Description

The noted poet Walt Whitman composed this poem in memory of Lincoln shortly after his assassination.

Transcription

I.
O CAPTAIN! my captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people are exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
Leave you not the little spot,
Where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

II.
O captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
O captain! dear father!
This arm I push beneath you;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

III.
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will:
But the ship, the ship is anchor'd safe, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won:
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with silent tread,
Walk the spot my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Source

Walt Whitman Archive

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Tags

• transcribed

• man

• cultural

• grief

• honoring

• mourning

Cite this Item

Whitman, Walt. ""Oh Captain, My Captain"". New-York Saturday Press. Remembering Lincoln. Web. Accessed December 29, 2024. https://rememberinglincoln.fords.org/node/517

Item Type

Document

Creator

Whitman, Walt

Publisher

New-York Saturday Press

Date

November 4, 1865

Region

Union states