http://www.bartleby.com/142/193.html - O Captain! My Captain! Walt Whitman (1819–1892).
…and your dreams land in hails loud,
and smiles long.
True they come, forged they fall,
you last on.
O Captain, my Captain! Thy ship is still at sea,
O land of lands, O man of men, I beg, remain with me!
All objects won to daring heart, sought prizes are inwards.
Through wrecks and ills the victor sail, withstood against all odds.
I see the women through Walt’s eyes, that clocked their lives at bay.
To cheer return of valiant crew - regain their mates today.
I see no grim, just dead-clenched jaws that send a worrying gust.
Of sailors lined around a chest with standard half a mast.
Rise captain! Rise! Betray us not! Stay faithful to your men.
Command all lips cry – welcome home, and not, to croon amen.
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead.
Land – take the body, seas – the soul, O Captian, Captain kind!
Thy battleship is my lifeboat - to You, again, assigned.