O Captain! My Captain! 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. Walt Whitman / Robin Williams (Dead Poets Society) RIP.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 02:31:51 +0000
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