<p>might seem a little random, but i'm putting together a little package for a plebe friend and I'm looking for this poem..</p>
<p>it has something to do with a captain..
motivational if i remember correctly....I remember seeing it posted up in a plebes room last summer, but I forget what it's called.</p>
<p>any help would be appreciated</p>
<p>thanks</p>
<p>Oh Captain, My Captain...?</p>
<p>From Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, 1900 (concerning Abraham Lincoln and the Civil War):</p>
<p>O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;<br>
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;<br>
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br>
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:<br>
But O heart! heart! heart! 5
O the bleeding drops of red,<br>
Where on the deck my Captain lies,<br>
Fallen cold and dead. </p>
<p>2</p>
<p>O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;<br>
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;<br>
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;<br>
Here Captain! dear father!<br>
This arm beneath your head;<br>
It is some dream that on the deck, 15
You’ve fallen cold and dead. </p>
<p>3</p>
<p>My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;<br>
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;<br>
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;<br>
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!<br>
But I, with mournful tread,<br>
Walk the deck my Captain lies,<br>
Fallen cold and dead.</p>
<p>Alternatively you may be thinking of "Invictus" (". . . I am the captain of my soul.") by William Ernest Henley. </p>
<p>7</a>. Invictus. William Ernest Henley. Modern British Poetry</p>
<p>The poem is referenced on the class of 2010's crest.</p>
<p>Yes, it was Invictus..Thanks soo much!</p>
<p>Invictus, that was it!</p>
<p>The Walt Whitman poem is very haunting.</p>
<p>Walt was an interesting fellow. He was too old to serve in the ACW as a soldier so he volunteered as a male nurse. He was horrified by what he saw. He wrote extensively about his experiences. Some suggest he had severe what we call today PTS. Others say the agony he witnessed made him understand the human spirit in way that maybe only those in combat understand. A bit off topic but whenever I read Walt I think of him in those dimly lighted Washington Hospitals helping with amputations and comforting wounded soldiers in the blue and gray to the next world.</p>
<p>Walt had good reason to be haunted.</p>