Carpe diem I
We are a people lost in time.
A mystic place, we sing, we rhyme.
A special being, its name is man.
So listen now, your heart is stagnant:
Oh captain, my captain,
Words of great meaning,
Gush forth from a fountain.
Oh captain, my captain,
My beloved captain, fallen cold and dead.
Rise up, oh people, hear the words of Whitman.
Leaves of grass, Oh captain, my captain, fallen cold and dead.
The rhyme, the song, the ancient tune,
The mystery, the theme, and look – his flag is flown, the bell is rung.
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