Walt Whitman
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O captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather'd every wrack 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 Heart! Heart! Heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my captain lies Fallen cold and dead. ✨ Walt Whitman (2015). Drum-Taps: The Complete 1865 Edition, p.101, New York Review of Books

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