LONDON: T. C. & E. C. JACK
NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON & CO.
TO
MARGOT
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done!
The ship has weathered 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,