Yami

О 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 О heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold...