O Captain! My Captain!
Walt Whitman
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!
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 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.
中文翻译：
啊，船长！我的船长！
沃尔特.惠特曼
啊，船长！我的船长！我们可怕的航程已经终了，
航船闯过了每一道难关，我们追求的目标已经达到，
港口就在前面，钟声响在耳边，我听见人们狂热的呼喊，
千万双眼睛望着坚定的船，它威严勇敢；
但是，心啊！心啊！心啊！
鲜红的血液在流淌，
就在这甲板上，躺着我的船长，
你倒下了，身体冰凉。
啊，船长！我的船长！起来听这钟声；
起来——旗帜为你飘扬——号角为你长鸣，
花束和花环为你备下——人群挤满海岸，
晃动的民众向你呼唤，向你转过热切的脸；
在这里，船长！亲爱的父亲！
你的头颅枕着我的臂膀！
就在这甲板上，如同梦一场，
你倒下了，身体冰凉。
我的船长没有回应，他的嘴唇苍白僵硬，
我的父亲感觉不到我的臂膀，他没有了脉搏和生命，
船安全地靠岸抛锚，它的航程已经终了，
胜利的航船从可怕的旅途归来，它的目标已经达到；
欢呼啊，海岸，巨钟啊，敲响！
但是我满怀悲怆，
走在甲板上，这里躺着我的船长，
你倒下了，身体冰凉。
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