Audiobook of an Anthology of American Poetry
Middle Aged (35-54)
British, England - London (Cockney, Estuary, East End), North American
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Oh, captain! My captain! Our fearful trip has done. The ship has weathered every rack. The prize we sought is won. The pork is near the bells. I hear the people all exulting while follow eyes. The steady kill, the Fazal, grim and daring. But oh! Heart! Heart! Heart! Oh! The bleeding drops of the red. Where on the deck my captain lies fallen, called! And dead! Oh, captain! My captain! Rise up and hear the bells rise up for you. The flag is flung for you. The bungled trails for you, buckets and ribbon rests for you. The shore is 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, called and dead! My captain does not answer. His lips are pale and still. My father does not feel my arm. He has no pulse, no will! The ship is uncalled safe and sound? Its voyage closed and done from fearful trip. The victor ship comes in with object, won excel those shore's, and ring no bells. But I, with mournful thread. Walk the deck. My captain lies fallen cold and dead.
Family Man, Grandfather, Teacher, Therapist, Wizard, Aged, Articulate, Bold, Caring, Commanding, Confident, Deep, Enchanting, Lyrical, Mature, British, England - London (Cockney, Estuary, East End), North American