Sep 18, 2023
–––  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 exalting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;             But O heart! My heart!               O the bleeding drops of red,                Where on the deck my Captain lies,                  Fallen cold and dead.