Не могу вспомнить, кому обещала показать этот перевод Уитмена. Публикую на авось вместе с оригиналом.
O Captain! My Captain!
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
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