Okay, this one’s serious

Walt Whitman - Abraham Lincoln - Trivia Infographic by TheQuizmasters -       O 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;          O 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.

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