O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather’d every rack…..The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting….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! our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather’d every rack…..The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting….But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red. Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
@ProfMSinha @ZaRdOz420WPN When lilacs last in the courtyard bloomed.
@ProfMSinha Makes me weep to think about his death. When I visit D.C. and go to his memorial an overwhelming sorrow falls over me. (Same thing happens at the grave of Robert Kennedy). What a loss for the world.
@ProfMSinha Ok but the irony is I learned this poem from Full House as a kid
@ProfMSinha Gone too soon. His memory is a blessing.
@ProfMSinha Thanks for the reminder, Professor. We need it now.