1、O Captain! My Captain!Walt WhitmanO Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize wesought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people allexulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grimand daring; But O heart! heart! heart
2、! 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 ribboned wreaths--for you the shores accrowding, For you they call, the
3、 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
4、ed 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.啊,船长!我的船长!沃尔特·惠特曼啊,船长!我的船长!我们完成了可怕的远航, 巨轮历尽风雨,我们赢得追寻的奖赏; 港口已近,钟声传来,一片欢呼