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 ;; walt whitman, o captain my captain.

'Oh captain, my captain' ~Star Trek