O Captain My Captain
Analysis of O Captain! My Captain! ... When he speaks of the “Captain”, he is referring to Abraham Lincoln. ... O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weatherd 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! ... 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 ribbond wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning: Here Captain!