惠特曼的啊，船长，我的船长的原文

Oh, Captain! My Captain!
　　---By Walt Whitman

　　Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
　　The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
　　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 crowding,
　　For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
　　Here, Captain! dear father!
　　This 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 fe