After Abraham Lincoln’s🎨 assassination in 1865, Walt Whitman (American🎨 poet, essayist and journalist, 1819-1892) wrote “O Captain My Captain”. The poem is written in a form of an elegy and is aimed to honor the sixteenth president of the United States.
The entire poem itself provides extended metaphor that implies comparisons between seemingly dissimilar things, for the U.S. after the Civil War and the killing of the President Lincoln.
O 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 O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Thomas Eakins 1844-1916 | Sketch for the Portrait of Walt Whitman, 1887