O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.
Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.
There is no God any more divine than Yourself.
I tramp a perpetual journey.
Where the earth is, we are.