"O Capaint my Captain!" by Walt Whitman 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 darings
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 ribbond wreaths for you the shores a crowding:
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turnings
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 stills
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 moumful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Examine the imagery in the stanza in bold. What is the significance of the two different
images? (10 points)