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Notes and Reflections on Books and Media

by Hannah Leitheiser

O Captian!

LEAVES OF GRASS

Walt Whitman

1892

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2017-03-30

'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.'

Done with Whitman's book.