By 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*
(Walt Whitman, 1865)
*perché di capitani ce ne sono anche troppi, ma di capitana ce n’è una sola.
