frost

Имя и фамилия

Alexei Shishkanov

О себе

О Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, 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 О heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.