O captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather'd every wrack 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 Heart! Heart! Heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my captain lies Fallen cold and dead.

But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.

Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.

I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.

The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.

I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.