<p class="ql-block">惠特曼 | 啊，船长！我的船长！</p><p class="ql-block">啊，船长！我的船长！我们可怕的旅程终于结束了，</p><p class="ql-block">航船经受住了每一项考验，我们寻求的奖赏已然得到。</p><p class="ql-block">港口近了，钟声响了，人们全都在狂喜地呼喊，</p><p class="ql-block">眼睛紧随着坚定的龙骨，航船无畏而又威严，</p><p class="ql-block">但是心啊！心啊！心啊！</p><p class="ql-block">啊，鲜红的血液在流淌，</p><p class="ql-block">我的船长躺卧在甲板上，</p><p class="ql-block">他倒下了，浑身已经冰凉。</p><p class="ql-block">啊，船长！我的船长！起来听听这钟声，</p><p class="ql-block">起来——旌旗在为你飘扬——号角在为你长鸣，</p><p class="ql-block">为了你，备下花束和彩带装饰的花环——为了你，人群拥挤在岸边，</p><p class="ql-block">为了你，汹涌的人群在呼唤，向你转过他们热切的脸，</p><p class="ql-block">在这里，船长！亲爱的父亲！</p><p class="ql-block">你的头枕靠着我的这只臂膀！</p><p class="ql-block">这甲板上真好像是一场梦，</p><p class="ql-block">你倒下了，浑身已经冰凉。</p><p class="ql-block">我的船长没有回答，他的嘴唇苍白僵硬，</p><p class="ql-block">我的父亲感觉不到我的手臂，他没有脉搏也没有反应，</p><p class="ql-block">航船安然地抛锚靠岸，旅程已经终了，</p><p class="ql-block">胜利的船只已度过可怕的旅程，赢取了它的目标，</p><p class="ql-block">欢呼吧，海岸，鸣响吧，钟声！</p><p class="ql-block">但是我的脚步满怀悲怆，</p><p class="ql-block">走在我的船长躺卧的甲板，</p><p class="ql-block">他倒下了，浑身已经冰凉。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">O Captain! My Captain!</p><p class="ql-block">O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,</p><p class="ql-block">The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,</p><p class="ql-block">The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,</p><p class="ql-block">While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;</p><p class="ql-block"> But O heart! heart! heart!</p><p class="ql-block"> O the bleeding drops of red,</p><p class="ql-block"> Where on the deck my Captain lies,</p><p class="ql-block"> Fallen cold and dead.</p><p class="ql-block">O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;</p><p class="ql-block">Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,</p><p class="ql-block">For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,</p><p class="ql-block">For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;</p><p class="ql-block"> Here Captain! dear father!</p><p class="ql-block"> This arm beneath your head!</p><p class="ql-block"> It is some dream that on the deck,</p><p class="ql-block"> You’ve fallen cold and dead.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,</p><p class="ql-block">My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,</p><p class="ql-block">The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,</p><p class="ql-block">From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;</p><p class="ql-block"> Exult O shores, and ring O bells!</p><p class="ql-block"> But I with mournful tread,</p><p class="ql-block"> Walk the deck my Captain lies,</p><p class="ql-block"> Fallen cold and dead.</p>