"My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still" Whitman, the Death of Lincoln, For the Ages & Angels #QotD

And today marks the death of Abraham Lincoln ... the Petersen House across from Ford's Theatre.

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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 ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
    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 still;
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 mournful tread,
        Walk the deck my Captain lies,
          Fallen cold and dead.

"Oh Captain! My Captain!"
Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass, 1900 edition)