O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

I’ve learned to love this poem from the movie “Dead Poets Society”
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,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

Shrouded Subsidiary

Late at night ’till break of dawn
Thoughts filled her head
She’s up, awake and kept at bay
Her body filled with stains of red

While everyone’s asleep
Silently she thinks
Pessimism starts to creep
Endless possibility of things

Words muffled by tears
Choking on her screams
She, herself hears
Tears falling in tears

Now everyone starts to wake
She hides herself in her berth
Wishing for sleep she may attain
As she cries herself to dream