Fuguee (fuguee) wrote in fireflyfans,

My apologies to Walt Whitman and all of his descendants for my creative license . *cross posted to a few fan sites too* Spoilers..

My Minor Tribute to Wash.

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The Serenity 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 daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Pilot 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 ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear Captain!
Your arm beneath his head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
He's fallen cold and dead.

My Pilot does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My Pilot 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 Pilot lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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