O the bleeding drops of red

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.
 
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for 
you the bugle trills, 

( fragment by Walt Whitman )

Añadir leyenda