"…My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still:
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will.
But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, 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 silent tread,
Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead."
(from O Captain, My Captain)