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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, Fully understands that
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, the captain has died
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
recognizes that the ship
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; is safe and sound, war
over, they have won
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
encourages others to
But I with mournful tread, ring out the bells but he
will mourn the cap
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Joseph Rudyard Kipling
The White Man’s Burden
Take up the White Man's burden
send forth the best ye breed
go bind your sons to exile
to serve your captives' need;
to wait in heavy harness,
on fluttered folk and wild
your new-caught, sullen peoples,
half-devil and half-child.
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill – 4th stanza- shift of tone>
atmosphere changes- cold,
For only Gossamer, my Gown – shivers, uncomfortable
My Tippet – only Tulle –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet 6th stanza >nostalgic tone,
centuries passed since
Feels shorter than the Day death, but seems
yesterday that death
I first surmised the Horses' Heads promised eternity but
abandoned her in the dark
Were toward Eternity –