User:Relationship enlightenment

"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."